Our second and last day in the Falklands was spent in and around Stanley. The “town” is really a couple of streets, with cheerful houses behind:
People are very British:
We headed however for Cape Pembroke, just past the airport:
We saw several Rufous-chested Dotterels/Plovers:
And lots of geese in and around the bomb craters:
The splendidly-named Dark-faced Ground Tyrant is the local flycatcher: 
Great fun was had trying to spot the Magellanic Snipe, even when they were only a few metres away:
No such problems with the Turkey Vulture, which smells extremely well through the hole in his nose: