Zhoid

'Deep breath Malley. This might as well happen.'  That has been his mantra for the last, oh… two hours? This sizable out-cropping seemed like a good, solid place to sit and watch, and it was! Really good! Not only was it large enough for Malley to sit and rest behind some rocks and be mostly out of sight, it could fit a king linny or two. Ha... Imagine that. Here, Malley could watch the linnies coming and going, along with hearing the song of complaining linnies and their chicks above and below. This was really a great place to catch his breath. The nesting grounds' craggy face offers not many true resting points unless he wants to get real close to a wild linny sitting on hatchlings. His tail flicks, mostly to express how all this sucks. Malley is damp from the spray of the water crashing and misting the whole area; it would take another couple of yards up the steep cliff face to get out of the way of the mist. And he has been stuck behind this rock.  Right, stuck.  He is