Early in spring the guillemots begin to gather from the neighbouring
seas at their old breeding-stations on the summits and sides of cliffs
that face the ocean. Of all birds that breed in communities, they are
the most social, or, at all events, crowd closest together. Where
they breed on the side of the cliff, as at Flamborough, they may be
seen standing in close rows and groups on every ledge or jutting rock
large enough to afford them a footing. A strange and fascinating
spectacle is presented when the cliff is looked at from below, and the
guillemots are seen in thousands, row above row, lessening in size by
distance until, near the summit of the vast precipice, they appear no
bigger than dippers; all standing erect, their backs to the dark stone
wall, and their shiny, white breasts to the sea. It is also strange
to see them gathered on the flat, table-like tops of the ‘Pinnacles,’
a group of isolated, precipitous rocks at the Farnes; for here the
space they have is not sufficient to properly accommodate the vast
number of birds that resort to it. Their appearance forcibly reminds
the spectator of a human crowd on some fête day in a populous city;
but the bird-crowd does not move or sway: each guillemot keeps its
place, for it is standing over its own egg, which must be kept warm at
any cost. In spite of this fixity they are all very alert and lively,
turning their beaks about this way and that, and, when alarmed, all
bobbing and bowing their heads as if to salute the intruder. Although
silent birds when on the sea, the guillemots become loquacious at
their breeding-grounds. They are very excitable, and when two or three
neighbours quarrel, as they frequently do, or a bird returned from the
sea drops on to a ledge where others are standing, or when male and
female meet again after a separation of a few hours, there is a great
deal of noise. They utter a hoarse, long-drawn cry, like the beginning
of a dog’s howl before he has cleared his voice; also a succession of
laughter-like notes, and other sounds resembling the cries, guttural
and clear, of the black-headed gull; and, sometimes, short, barking
notes like those of geese and sheldrakes.
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