 And I sit down. It's overlooking this little pond. And down below, I see these two Arctic terns bobbing for food in this little pond. And I have no idea what they can eat out of a glacial pothole. But all of a sudden, one of these terns banks 90 degrees and comes shooting up the hill, ground level, right at me. This bird's got like a two-foot wingspan. It's white and light gray. It's very sleek. It's like the sports car of pigeons.