So, anyhow, it was a lovely morning, with a favorable little breeze, so I decided to go out and do some single-handed sailing.
I am wandering around the boat, preparing to leave, when I notice three little swallows on the jib sheet, staring at me. I also notice what is obviously their Mom, sitting on the dock post, REALLY staring at me:
I cautiously avoid getting too close to the babies, and let go the lines, and slowly head out towards the river.
The babies are not interested in flying off. I'm not sure they CAN fly.
At this point, Mom swallow notices, with some alarm, that her babies are getting further and further away from her protective custody, for some reason.
Meanwhile, the babies and I are getting further and further from the dock. Mom is getting more and more distressed about this.
Her motherly instincts eventually kick in, and she realizes that this baby-leaving phenomena probably has something to do with the ugly monster in the little floating island, and she decides the only way to remedy the situation is to attempt to kill the evil monster that is making off with her progeny.
I am lucky I was wearing my floppy hat. I imagine it would be painful to have that pointy beak driven into my skull.
After much shrieking (Mom bird) and yelling and waving of hands (the monster) the babies have had enough, and fly off to somewhere less noisy.
With a last scornful dive at my head, the victorious Mom flew off to console her poor infants, and that's when I notice that in the general hullabaloo I had neglected the helm and was now headed directly for some big, pointy rocks.
I recovered in time to enjoy some nice sailing, but when I returned to the marina later that afternoon, I did a slow pass by my slip to check for, ahem, lodgers, before landing.