The day we traveled from Muertos to the mid-point of the Sea of Cortez was a quiet one, with little to entertain us other than some flying fish which really are amazing.(The day before we'd seen whales, dolphins, sea lions, and manta rays.) Then all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, a small white and black bird began circling Grey Wolf. It finally landed on our anchor, of all places! It sat there for a while, too tired to do anything but hang on. Then he began preening his feathers and looking around. Alice was able to walk within 5 feet of it and got some cool shots. About a half hour later we crossed the path of a flotilla of brown birds floating in the water and flying about. Poor Homer got so distracted that he flew away. He did not give him much hope of making it back to shore.
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