Two puffins took turns warming an egg in their underground burrow until, one day, a tiny hole opened in the shell. Bit by bit, the shell fell away to reveal a small black bill, then an eye, a head, and finally a ball of damp feathers. A puffling was born.
The mother puffin tucked her baby under her wing to dry his downy feathers. Outside, a storm blew icy water at the island where they lived, and the waves boomed ashore like muffled thunder. But inside their burrow, the puffin family snuggled dry and warm.
Every day, the puffling’s mother and father brought home six, seven, eight sand eels at a time to feed their chick. He ate the slippery, silver fish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, swallowing them whole…
