Once again, another night ruined by the selfish cries of the
stupidest seagull…. I hate that bird so much…. And it’s not like there are a
lot of seagulls, no there’s only one and he never stops crying! I have never hated
another animal as much as I hate this one…. Just picture a calm quiet night
after watching a fun movie with your step dad, you go into your bunk with your
hatch wide open so the wind can come in and keep you from overheating, but then
out of the darkness a repetitive squawk comes and breaks the silence, it’s not too
much noise so you can’t turn it into white noise but it’s too noisy to ignore. Now
picture it stopping, you feel suck a strong emotion of relief, but it’s not
over yet as soon as you are about to fall back asleep. it starts again. You can’t
do anything about it. It’s just there, taunting you. It repeats this cycle a
few times until you get too tired to stay awake. You finally fall asleep, that
is until you are rested enough to wake up again from a very familiar noise, it
around 3am now and you just want this night to be over when a miracle occurs! That
stupid seagull cries itself to sleep. And fall back into a deep sleep until
around 10 when the sun comes through your hatch and hits you straight in the
face. And that’s that. Today we heard that my mom is coming so me and Marcus
are on clean up duty… I just got finished washing the sheets and our laundry.
I left you a bunch of ear plugs... they helped me while I slept there.... Plus, with a little change in attitude, that seagull could become a good friend and companion while there. I had a similar experience when I traveled through Spain. We camped under the stars up and down the southern coast. At one beach, we found a young seagull that lost his parents. It was so hungry, crying all day and night. The locals did not care so we started feeding it. after 2 days, this little guy would follow us everywhere. We did this for a few days before we moved on down the coast. On our way back up the coast, we stopped by the beach, (it became our favorite beach, a little cove and a small fishing village, locals over), for a couple of days and to see whether the seagull is still there. An elder ,local fisher man took her on. The 2 became best friends. We watched them every morning and afternoon, he would cast his fishing line from the beach and the seagull would sit patiently by his side waiting for some scraps. Anyhow, glad you are writing, try the ear plugs. Miss you lots, very excited for you. Dad
ReplyDeleteMax, you are a great writer. Listen to your father's wisdom and don't let the birds bother you. Glad you are keeping all of us in touch with your antics. Really fun to read! You look older already in the vidoes on Marcus' blog. Get some sleep and keep writing! much love, Janine
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