Thursday, 10 May 2007

Would like to meet

His name is Albert. He is 47 years old, and has been wandering around a bit during his life. He is so far from home that he doesn't have a chance of meeting the love of his life, ever. He comes from southern Argentina or the Falklands and got lost on the way.



Albert is a black-browed albatross. He was first seen off the Firth of Forth in 1967, just before Celtic [the Glasgow football team] won the European Cup. Albert was spotted trying to mate a gannet. He is moving about between remote islands, and is currently at Sula Sgeir, some 45 miles northeast of here. Until today, a boat was taking birdwatchers over there for the princely sum of £300 to bob about on the 7 foot Atlantic swell for 4 hours, in the hope of catching a peep of the bird. More on this story on the BBC website.

7 comments:

  1. Wandering around a bit?!! He's old isn't he, I hope he's enjoying his life so far from home! Jeannette xx  

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  2. He's not such a 'Happy Wanderer' if he is having to try and mate with a gannet.   Poor old thing has lost his identity.  (Or something.)  By jings he has lived to a good old age.  Why can't they capture a female Albatross for him?
    Jeanie

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  3. WOW, poor Albert.    You gotta admire his persistence.   Dawn
    A Couple of Nomads

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  4. Oh... the poor confused boy... I wonder if he got caught in a storm and brought up north somehow... seems way to far to have flown!

    ps... welcome back!  Missed you!

    be well,
    Dawn

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  5. Poor old chap ,hes seen it all ...love Jan xx

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  6. Wonderful story about Albert although sad in the telling. Perhaps he isn't as unhappy as we would believe......he's still alive and going strong. (Hugs) Indigo

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  7. Poor Albert.  I just bought a bird book.  We are unsettling Phoenix birds something awful by cutting down so many trees the could inhabit, in our remodeling mode.  My favorite snging tree that used to be weighted down with birds singing every evening was one of the first casualties.  Gerry

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