I belly-crawled to the edge of the Cliffs of Moher and, with my wife holding onto my ankles, held my camera over the edge to snap a few pictures looking straight down. At that moment, a seagull from a colony inhabiting the wall stepped off the cliff and soared on the uplift windy. Look closely and you'll find a half dozen more seagulls flying below, their bodies blending with the color of the churning sea.