Meet our feathered friend. It was a house-martin and he/she had been following the boat for a few hours, somewhere mid-Atlantic, when we were still days away from Horta. I had gone outside a few times to let it know that we were friend and not foe but to no avail. Later though, it must have thought that enough was enough and it was time for a rest and shelter from the storm.
Marja and I were in the wheelhouse when the little creature just flew through the 'flap-hatch' and as Marja lifted her hand, it settled on her finger and started to twitter happily at us. It looked like it was saying....Phew that was a tough day. I lost my flock, but hey-ho, I made it. So how did you guys do? Anything to eat or drink around here?
Straight away, the two of us turned into doting mothers, cooing over this little, round, fluffy ball of happiness.
The guys heard us, popped their heads around the door and (two of them) transformed into tough guys (slight, green tinge there too, I think), looking at this little object of our desire with disdain and uttering words like...Well he won't last long. He'll be dead before morning.
Birdy, didn't seem to notice any of this and decided that the head of cool-dude-Anton, who was with his cool-dude-mates, watching a cool-dude-film in the luxury lounge downstairs, was the ideal place to settle for the night!
It was the cutest thing I had seen in a long time. There was Anton watching the film with a look of concentration, while 'fluffball' was making himself comfortable on Anton's head. Later, it settled on my shoulder, under my hair (it should have been a parrot) and fell asleep. Regretfully, I could not let it stay there and go to bed at the same time so we tried to make it as comfortable as possible. I'm afraid though that the boys were proven right and the next morning we had to give our friend a 'sea burial'.
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