We used to be delighted by birds hitching a ride on our boat. Then, after one persistent bird found its way into the cabin and wouldn’t leave, we have become downright curmudgeonly. We shout things such as, “we don’t want any!” and “get offa my boat!” (Sorry Grace D) We are currently 50 miles off of the coast of South Carolina. I imagine this bird hitched a ride on a ship and we have become its next ride.
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