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I had a very tired little bird crash land into the cockpit about 5 miles or so south of Swanage, we were headed to Weymouth. The bird looked tired. After a few minutes it hopped up onto the seats then into a little cubby hole in the coaming. It stayed there in the corner with its head tucked under a wing all the way to Weymouth. A few hours later once we were alongside, the bird woke up, hopped out onto the seats then up onto the pushpit, mustered its strength and then fluttered off to the top of a wall on the quayside.

An ornithologist friend posted pictures of it on Twitter to get it identified, it was a Meadow Pipit that had presumably been blown offshore and was clearly exhausted and in desperate need of somewhere to land and rest.
 
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horatio_nelson said:
I had a very tired little bird crash land into the cockpit...a Meadow Pippit that had presumably been blown offshore and was exhausted and in need of somewhere to land and rest.
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Toucan play that game.

I noticed a spider high up on my sail a fortnight back, holding on as best he could, upwind. I didn't like his chances...

...and five minutes later I could see him, hanging on to an invisible silk thread, high up, two feet behind the transom...

...I went head to wind, he climbed up onto the boom end, I grabbed him and put him on the cockpit floor. He crawled into one of my stern-drains, which I only open when ashore to let rain and wash-down water out. In truth, he was an ugly little devil I might have squished if I'd seen him ashore, but, as a fellow sailor, I played God and put him in the grass.
 
dancrane said:
Toucan play that game.

I noticed a spider high up on my sail a fortnight back, holding on as best he could, upwind. I didn't like his chances...

...and five minutes later I could see him, hanging on to an invisible silk thread, high up, two feet behind the transom...

...I went head to wind, he climbed up onto the boom end, I grabbed him and put him on the cockpit floor. He crawled into one of my stern-drains, which I only open when ashore to let rain and wash-down water out. In truth, he was an ugly little devil I might have squished if I'd seen him ashore, but, as a fellow sailor, I played God and put him in the grass.
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Good man :)
 
JumbleDuck said:
That would require a l-owl-oader as well ...
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Make sure it's in good order, you wouldn't want to trust a bustard one.

Is the OP sure it wasn't a roller that came on board?

Some people are a bit too swift, it's getting hard to swallow. This thread is crake-ing at the seams and about to go off the rails.

Anyway over to you, your tern.
 
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