Little Birdy

Our little Jamaican Welcome Swallow.

Our little Jamaican Welcome Swallow.

It wasn’t until I stood up to scan the dark horizon that we noticed each other, sixty miles North of Jamaica, in the early morning. He flew away and circled the boat and then, exhausted, landed back on the cabin top. I wonder what he thought of me, on this strange little rolly island. He probably wondered how I came to be here too. Safe at last floating to a destination unknown upon the wavy sea.