Shearwater Island

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0:00:02 > 0:00:06Off the rugged coast of Wales lies a special wild sanctuary.

0:00:08 > 0:00:12An island known for thousands of years as a place of pilgrimage.

0:00:16 > 0:00:19Once a home to monks, Celts and Christians

0:00:19 > 0:00:24but always a sanctuary for a special wild visitor...

0:00:30 > 0:00:33Secret pilgrims who arrive on the summer winds

0:00:33 > 0:00:35from distant southern seas.

0:00:37 > 0:00:39BIRDS CACKLE

0:00:40 > 0:00:43CACKLING INCREASES

0:00:43 > 0:00:45Although they come here in their thousands,

0:00:45 > 0:00:49they are rarely ever seen.

0:01:02 > 0:01:06Though Bardsey Island lies a few miles off the northwest coast of Wales,

0:01:06 > 0:01:11it is a strangely isolated place.

0:01:11 > 0:01:14SEABIRDS CALL

0:01:18 > 0:01:22The seas here can be so treacherous that the Welsh call it Ynys Enlli.

0:01:22 > 0:01:26The Island in the Tides.

0:01:29 > 0:01:33Its human pilgrim story started over 1,500 years ago

0:01:33 > 0:01:38when Christian monks came here in search of solitude.

0:01:42 > 0:01:46Its isolation has always made Bardsey a sanctuary for wildlife too.

0:01:50 > 0:01:53The island's clan of grey seals

0:01:53 > 0:01:56take advantage of the summer days to fatten up

0:01:56 > 0:02:00for the autumn breeding season and the winter that follows.

0:02:00 > 0:02:02SEAL HONKS

0:02:04 > 0:02:07Low tide is time to haul out

0:02:07 > 0:02:09and to relax.

0:02:20 > 0:02:25It's a welcome break from the fish-rich but cold Irish Sea.

0:02:32 > 0:02:36As night settles on the island,

0:02:36 > 0:02:39surprising summer visitors gather offshore.

0:02:39 > 0:02:42They have journeyed from the coast of South America,

0:02:42 > 0:02:45lured by the island as a safe place to breed.

0:02:47 > 0:02:51Manx Shearwaters. Though they come here in their thousands,

0:02:51 > 0:02:55they can only be glimpsed in the last light of day.

0:02:55 > 0:03:00After fishing far out at sea, they only dare return to the island

0:03:00 > 0:03:02under the cover of darkness,

0:03:02 > 0:03:05safe from predatory gulls and peregrine falcons.

0:03:10 > 0:03:12BIRDS CACKLE

0:03:13 > 0:03:16In the dead of night, they descend on the island.

0:03:16 > 0:03:18Their mating calls fill the air.

0:03:18 > 0:03:21SCREECHING AND CAWING

0:03:29 > 0:03:33But by dawn, the phantoms appear to have vanished.

0:03:33 > 0:03:38The Shearwaters aren't the only pilgrims to have flocked to Bardsey.

0:03:39 > 0:03:44In the depths of the Dark Ages, the abbey here was revered

0:03:44 > 0:03:49throughout Britain as a sacred place of pilgrimage.

0:03:49 > 0:03:53The ruins of the stone walls the monks first laid,

0:03:53 > 0:03:56can still be seen today.

0:03:56 > 0:04:00So many pilgrims came, never to leave, that legend has it

0:04:00 > 0:04:0220,000 saints are buried here.

0:04:05 > 0:04:10The land is still worked by the handful of year-round residents

0:04:10 > 0:04:13who make the most of the fair summer weather.

0:04:18 > 0:04:20In the patchwork of fields,

0:04:20 > 0:04:22thistles attract Painted Ladies,

0:04:22 > 0:04:25Peacock butterflies, bees

0:04:25 > 0:04:28and migrant Hummingbird Hawk-moths,

0:04:28 > 0:04:32who only appear at the height of summer.

0:04:34 > 0:04:36Bardsey's hardy sheep though,

0:04:36 > 0:04:39stay all year round, keeping the pastures well trimmed,

0:04:39 > 0:04:42attracting the island's latest brood of choughs.

0:04:51 > 0:04:54While the soil provides the choughs with a hearty meal of grubs,

0:04:54 > 0:04:56deeper underground

0:04:56 > 0:04:58the earth hides a special Shearwater secret.

0:05:02 > 0:05:04Although the adults appear to have gone

0:05:04 > 0:05:08their chicks are here, hundreds of them.

0:05:08 > 0:05:11They're just hidden, out of sight.

0:05:11 > 0:05:15And almost out of reach from the wardens of the Bardsey Bird Observatory.

0:05:15 > 0:05:18who carefully monitor the population.

0:05:18 > 0:05:20CHICK SQUEALS

0:05:20 > 0:05:23With their young safe in burrows away from the hungry gulls,

0:05:23 > 0:05:26parents can spend all day fishing

0:05:26 > 0:05:29to keep their fast-growing fluff ball well-fed.

0:05:31 > 0:05:34When the chick is ready to leave the safety of its burrow,

0:05:34 > 0:05:38it may not touch land again for over two years

0:05:38 > 0:05:41when it too returns to Bardsey to breed.

0:05:51 > 0:05:57The Shearwater parents delay their return until the darkest hours

0:05:57 > 0:05:59when the night is black.

0:06:01 > 0:06:06The island's lighthouse, the only light for miles around,

0:06:06 > 0:06:09has for centuries been a beacon of safety for seafarers.

0:06:09 > 0:06:14But on a moonless, misty night, for returning Shearwaters,

0:06:14 > 0:06:17the lights can be deadly.

0:06:19 > 0:06:24The birds are attracted to the beams like moths to a flame.

0:06:27 > 0:06:31Most struggle through, for they must land safely.

0:06:37 > 0:06:41On these dark nights, the wardens keep a watchful eye

0:06:41 > 0:06:45and are rewarded with an intimate view of these unusual birds.

0:06:49 > 0:06:53Safe on the ground, the Shearwaters must now find their hungry chicks

0:06:53 > 0:06:55in the dark.

0:07:07 > 0:07:10For a bird adapted to spend most of its life at sea,

0:07:10 > 0:07:13walking on land is tricky.

0:07:22 > 0:07:26No-one really knows how they find their own burrows in the darkness...

0:07:27 > 0:07:29..but they do.

0:07:41 > 0:07:46In its lifetime, a Manx Shearwater may travel nearly 5 million miles

0:07:46 > 0:07:50returning to the same burrow, year upon year to breed.

0:07:58 > 0:08:03Always in the dark, on its secret pilgrimage to this ancient island.

0:08:17 > 0:08:22As the summer draws to a close, the adults will fly south.

0:08:24 > 0:08:27After months of careful nurturing, they abandon their chicks

0:08:27 > 0:08:32to find their own way to the distant coast of South America.

0:08:33 > 0:08:38The island falls silent, until the next year

0:08:38 > 0:08:41when these wild pilgrims return.

0:08:46 > 0:08:49Subtitles by Maria Frate Red Bee Media Ltd

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