One of the more bizarre (and embarassing) things about being alive is the elimination of waste. We, the people, go to great lengths to conceal such activities from our fellows, yet we are less concerned about what other creatures witness.
Thankfully, puffins are not embarassed about waste. Whenever and wherever you have to go, you . . . have to go. So, with the sea crashing ashore, the spray of the rollers washing in (not to mention the rain), the puffins add to the slipperiness of the shoreline. I suppose it is one way of marking one's territory.
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