The kids and I went for a paddle in the St. Lawrence near Waddington last year. I’d scoped out a cool looking island (actually one of the Murphy Islands) in the middle of the river and thought it would make a suitable destination for a picnic. We loaded up, floated the boat, dodged a loon, and made our way out.
As we approached, we noticed the distinct smell of bird shit. It got stronger the closer we got to the island and I noticed we were heading right into the wind. When we got right up next to the island, we saw why:
Of course we landed and scared them off:
They weren’t very happy about it. And the island reeked, so we took off.