Whenever the north wind blows, a group of winged passengers will land here. After flying over mountains, crossing the oceans and the wilderness, they choose to stop here every year, leaving their fascinating markings.
As the Spring returns, they change into simple yet gorgeous new plumage and go home to breed. So it happens year after year.
The passenger that pays its annual visit to this lagoon has an unusual name -- the Black-faced Spoonbill.
