Saturday, November 01, 2008
Shortly after I took this picture, he flew off; we didn't see in which direction he went, to Delaware (so far) or Cape May (nearer).
This is the second time a little bird has come and rested on the boat while Peter and I were fishing. The first time, last year, we were in the ocean, at least 5 miles offshore. That bird found a spot on the canvas and rested, then worked his way around plucking bugs (I assume) out of nooks and crannies, then rested and fed, traveled on.
What is it so wondrous about a little bird; he was so frank and curious--a small representative of life's lonely and ardous journeys. I really hope he made it.
Another beautiful day for fishing today, and Peter's taking out some of the young men who work for him. So today I am hoping to get back to painting.