Yet the thundering bellow of its waves was not able to drown the aerial clamor of the millions of sea-birds that made these lonely pillars and cliffs their home.

Eagles screamed from their summits.

Great masses of marrots and guillemots rocked on the foam.
Kittiwakes of every kind in incalculable numbers and black and brown-backed gulls by the thousands filled the air as thickly as snowflakes in a winter's storm; while from shelves and pinnacles of the cliffs, incredible numbers of gannots were diving with prodigious force and straight as an arrow, after their prey--all plunging, rising, screaming and shrieking, like some maddened human mob, the more terrible because of the ear-piercing metallic ring of their unceasing clamor.
After a long silence John Hatton turned to his Captain and said, "Is it always like this, Captain ?" "It is often much livelier, sir.

I have seen swarms of sea-birds miles long, darkening the air with their wings.

Our Great Father has many sea children, sir.