We were entertained by a variety of wildlife on our final jump southbound along the west coast of the Baja peninsula. 

This pair of…um…black and white forky-tailed birds performed an aerial ballet for a while.

Boobies of the red-footed type would buzz us repeatedly, fascinated with our rigging or seriously longing for a lounge in our spreaders. A particularly boobish one miscalculated a high speed approach, bounced off the jib and landed in the sea. Its a good thing we don’t have any big glass windows.

Then one afternoon we heard some un-seabird-like chirping, and soon a small seafaring songbird came in for a landing.

We assumed he stopped because he was tired, but the real reason soon became apparent. What do you do if you’re flying over the ocean and have an itch on your butt?  Find a ship of opportunity as soon as you can.  We were glad to oblige, it’s completely impossible to fly with your head up your arse.

Now, K has reported supposed “whale” sightings on his watches before, but this time he had some pretty good documentation to back up his claim.  No one was hurt in the observation of this whale by smacking their heads on the bulkheads during an all- hands call to enjoy whale watching.

We were glad this huge sperm whale showed no interest in our bits of string and hooks. He did sound on one side of the boat and surface on the other but he probably cleared the keel by a thousand vertical feet.