Their seabird numbers may rival the prolific pelicans or seagulls. But it is their personality that gains my respect. Quietly confident, not showoffs or attention getters; they don’t have to make noise or play loud Latino music to announce their arrival. They fish with silent bravado. Their catch is a daily deed - not one that commands a photo opp. They hunt isn’t for some ego show; they don’t need to validate their talents. They need to come to the surface and blow up their chests for s camera. To them the sea is their source. Their livelihood and sustenance. They may fly, but they swim for their food. No traps, nets, snares or hooks, their beaks snag their meals.