Okay. Okay, it’s bird guano…
A few posts back, we mentioned how fun it was to get pictures of the seagulls tagging along with us. After all, two years into this adventure, we’d never really been followed by the gulls. They typically ignore us in search of better pickin’s elsewhere.
The birds usually harass the fishing boats, like this guy. After all, he’s bound to have tasty bits around, like fish guts, shrimp, and crab parts. Yum.
Well, the bird-following situation has gone from “aww, how cute” to “NO, please go away.”
When we went up the river to Two Way Fish Camp Marina near Brunswick, we were shocked at the condition of the docks and the boats. (Insert portent of things to come.) The dockmaster said they’ve never seen so many gulls. We spent only one night, and by morning, our bimini top, and much of the boat, was seriously plastered with – you guessed it – poop.
When we left the South Altahama River to anchor on the Frederica River, thunderstorms were forecast to hit the next day. We happily broke out the stepladder, boat soap and long-handled brushes to go out on the pilothouse roof to “prewash” the disgusting bimini (and the decks after the poop we’d washed off the roof ran down the boat), then sat back to await the storms for a really good rinse. Bring on the deluge!
We waited.
And waited.
Alas, not to be. All we got was about 90-seconds of very gentle sprinkles.
Then we got to Jekyll Harbor Marina, only to be visited not only by seagulls and loons, but crows. Lots and LOTS of crows.
So, should the SaltyMare pass through your town sporting a ridiculous amount of ick, please don’t judge. After all, (sigh), Poop Happens!
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