I was ready to work on the waves dashing against the rocky shore in the foreground . . . when two more puffins flew in!
One returned to her burrow under a rocky shelf on the right, and sat peeking out from its dark entrance.
The other joined his comrades on the centre rocks, standing with his back toward me. I’ll try to capture the sheen of his dark plumage in spite of his rudeness.
This makes ten little puffins in all, and Pete, my studio companion, apologizes that the late arrivals have caused yet another delay in showing his kinsfolk to you. Why puffins don’t have the decency to arrive on time is more than I’ll ever know!