With fall approaching we left Ed and Lisbeth hard at work and set off for a 3 day sail to Rhode Island, crossing the Cape Cod canal at 3am. Along the the way we picked up a small hitch hiker. Like Noah's raven, he flew on and off the boat three times, but this seemed to be more due confusion than an interest in weather
assessment. He flitted from place to place, getting pooped on the stern, sliding across the glass hatches, hanging on the the
mainsheet tackle, and briefly sitting on Vinnie's head. Finally he went into the cabin, found a secure perch, and put his head under his wing. Sad to say, he died there and we had a burial at sea, using the short order of service. He was a lovely bird.
With fall approaching we left Ed and Lisbeth hard at work and set off for a 3 day sail to Rhode Island, crossing the Cape Cod canal at 3am. Along the the way we picked up a small hitch hiker. Like Noah's raven, he flew on and off the boat three times, but this seemed to be more due confusion than an interest in weather assessment. He flitted from place to place, getting pooped on the stern, sliding across the glass hatches, hanging on the the mainsheet tackle, and briefly sitting on Vinnie's head. Finally he went into the cabin, found a secure perch, and put his head under his wing. Sad to say, he died there and we had a burial at sea, using the short order of service. He was a lovely bird.
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