For most of the time we were at Glacier Camp near Nordenskioldbreen a juvenile Arctic Tern was sitting on the rocks near the beach. This tern could fly already but was still being fed by the parents. In the last hour the chick finally choose a nice place, and the parents allowed me reasonably close. One time when one of the parents came to feed the chick, everything was right, the light, the position of the chick and the parent, the small crustacean as a prey. I was a happy man when we left the camp.