There weren’t any, really.
We all tend to give these birds our human qualities, but even surrounded by “civilization,” they lead the albatross life. MK, the chick in my yard, had access to shelter, yet she chose to sit totally unprotected as thunder and lightning shook my house, and while the heaviest rain I can ever remember formed rivers through my yard. She sits alone most of the time, with the occasional visit by a pesky non-nester. She has no reason to be afraid of anything. It is not a question of courage, she is a part of the natural world, she meets challenges as they arise; she has no time to waste in the human activity of anticipating problems.
Here is a photo I took the day after the storms. She spent the day grooming her feathers; she lost more of her baby fluff to the rain. The white feathers on her tail add to her overall cuteness, of course.
Can there be any more human concept than cuteness? As my late mother would say, “Who cares?”