I can't help but have that wonderful Byrds song drift through my mind whenever I see these dignified little terns. "There is a season, tern, tern tern... " and winter is definitely here since these Royal Terns have arrived again. 'Tis their season to grace our beaches. These guys are 18 to 20 inches long and in the spring the tops of their heads are solid black. They have quite a society, talking to each other, squabbling over food, and though each pair looks after their own chicks (usually just one or two) they all nest together in the spring. I'll look forward to watching the parents dote on the little ones. "And a time to every purpose under heaven."
Tern, tern, tern
I can't help but have that wonderful Byrds song drift through my mind whenever I see these dignified little terns. "There is a season, tern, tern tern... " and winter is definitely here since these Royal Terns have arrived again. 'Tis their season to grace our beaches. These guys are 18 to 20 inches long and in the spring the tops of their heads are solid black. They have quite a society, talking to each other, squabbling over food, and though each pair looks after their own chicks (usually just one or two) they all nest together in the spring. I'll look forward to watching the parents dote on the little ones. "And a time to every purpose under heaven."
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