I like crested terns. With their swept back hairstyles and raffish good looks, they're the Fonzies of Ricketts Point. A leather jacket would complete the picture, but they'e really got enough cool factor without it. They sit around shooting the breeze, dispensing advice to anyone who cares to ask for it - not unlike the Fonz in that respect. Their friends the pelicans have heard it all before, so they take off to find a quiet corner. With the morning's searing heat dissipated by a stiff cool breeze off the bay, people come out to pick their way among the rock pools - and perhaps seek advice from the terns - as the Spirit of Tasmania steams up to its Melbourne home at Station Pier.