• Saving baby puffins in Witless Bay, Newfoundland

Saving baby puffins in Witless Bay, Newfoundland

“Don’t be scared, little dude,” I whispered to him. I was supposed to squat and heave the chick into the air, catapulting him back into the world. I was nervous about it, such a big responsibility for such a delicate creature.

I crouched, ready to aim.

“On the count of three!” shouted Schau. “One…two…THREE!”

And with that, I threw a baby puffin into the sea. That awkward, clumsy kind of girly throw. And the poor creature kinda flopped immediately into the water, not far from where I stood. “It’s okay,” assured Schau. “Let’s watch.”

We observed Blueberry dive for the first time. “He’ll groom his feathers next,” said Schau. And that’s exactly what Blueberry did. I was elated. I had freed Newfoundland’s provincial bird.

We all cheered, clapped, bid farewell to Blueberry and called it a job well done. Connected by the universal high of doing something good.

—excerpted from Saving baby puffins in Witless Bay, Newfoundland

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