Crossing the Sea of Cortez for the 5th time this season, I was about 100 miles out from land, a hurricane about 300 miles south west of Cabo San Lucas had flattened the seas and killed all the wind. Motoring along at 5 kts, a couple birds landed on the boat. Kinda unusual for birds out this far, but they made for good company and didn't want to drink all my beer like some other cruising friends,
Then, a couple more showed up, then more, then MORE. pretty soon, space on the boat was at a premium, and they landed behind me and tried to paddle along. When they couldn't keep up, they'd fly ahead and wait.
Alfred Hitchcock couldn't make this stuff up!
I finally figured out what was going on, the bow and wake of the boat was disturbing large schools of baby flying fish, about 4 inches long. The birds were using me as a tool to make the fish jump so they could get em. When they got tired, they got a free ride.
Just a few birds
then more all over
Then definitely to many
Then REALLY too many