World ARC Day 5 -13th
Jan – A Hitch-hikers guide
We had our first visitor today
of the trip.
A hitch hiker - A Booby.
He came calling just after sunset, flapping along after the
stern, to finally land on our bimini on the edge of a solar
He's obviously recharging his batteries, bright spark. Hope he's
house trained, or else!
Quite a large open water
seabird; they frequently use Nina as a beater. She flushes out
the flying fish as she powers through the ocean, the flying fish
then lifting and skimming across the waves, changing direction
as they bounce and fly on for considerable distances.
There are shoals of them, larger individual ones, or whole
schools of babies.
The Boobies wait until they have completed their flight, finally
dropping back into the water, to be scooped up as they land
exhausted. Previously, across the Atlantic, we had many flying
fish, mostly overnight, throwing themselves onto Nina's decks.
One even soared over the spray hood, and made its way flapping
and banging into the cockpit locker. So far this time, they have
resisted this urge.
Perhaps the Caribbean Sea ones are smarter?
Question, what is the
collective noun for flying fish?
Is it a school or shoal when swimming, only to become a flight?
Amazing the discussions on Nina when there is no Google to
confirm or educate...
The boobies don't care, they think they are a feast. (or a
snack, or a luncheon, or a munch?)
We are once again using the talking watches.
Fantastically useful on the night watches, as they tell the time
It saves peering into luminous dials, putting on lights, reading
glasses etc. just push a button on the side, and an everso
slightly American lady informs you of the time.
Thank you Anthony Cooke, - my Dad.
All our love, you are an inspiration for the trip, and always in