Hmm... which stone went missing?
It was a typical Antarctic afternoon on Peterman Island... strong winds accompanied wet snow, quarreling neighbors and tormenting skuas. In this busy guano draped landscape, one parent captured my attention. The parent peered at the stone nest, as if checking if a stone had been stolen. Neither cacophony or the weather seem to deter his/ her inspection. Meanwhile the chicks watched the surrounding pandemonium keeping close proximity with the parent for warmth.