Well Dicky’s gone, that's the name I gave to little birdie. It got late last night and I realised he had jumped into the cabin. Well so long as he remained on the floor I was ok with that and he probably felt safer than outside. Well that was ok but the next thing was in the middle of the night I felt him flapping on my face and he was on my pillow. I didn’t like that and put him back on the floor. When he jumped up for the second time that was it and he had to go back outside and this time I put the hatch down so he couldn’t get back in.

Woke up this morning, had a look around outside and he’d gone. Felt a bit sad that I had pushed him out and made my self a cup of tea sat on deck early morning best part of the day and then, and this is absolutely true, I was watching the skyline and in the distance I saw a small bird skimming the wave tops and it was birdie. I have seen very few birds out here this far and none of his size. Then I saw another very similar bird although a touch larger. The both of them then flew over to my boat and flew around it 3 or 4 times and were off east to Africa. The Birdie elders had sent a scout out to find little Dicky and then escort him home. Well it was enough to bring a tear to my eye as I watched them both fly off.

All for now

Ben