They dive at your hair and scream. The screaming comes first. They’re just not much ones for settling down on land.
Even if it’s the Njardvik beach and the Njardvik troll.
Up in the air it is!
It’s ironic. One can get so intent on looking up to avoid them, that, um …
… one is in danger of stepping on them. True to form for a crew that doesn’t like land too much…
… they’re not much in the way of nests. Not really.
So be careful where you walk, and if the terns start diving?
Don’t be there.
You know those arctic terns that dive at your head and make you run, run, run? Sweet things, really. Very aggressive, though.
Well, watch where you step. Here’s their nest.
Don’t see it? That’s why you have to watch your step! Here you go:
And that’s why they dive at your head!
The Arctic Tern, Sterna Paradisaea, more lovingly known by its piercing cry, Skría, makes any visit to North Iceland a treat in the summer.
They go right for your scalp, screaming. The trick is not to duck but to hold a stick above your head, the Icelander’s say, which is fine and beautiful advice …
… in a land without trees. I think this is why rams have horns. Just a guess.