January 16

-2 overcast
Not as frosty looking this morning.
Well here winter is just getting here and there is a robin outside. A couple of days ago I spotted a female California Goldfinch!
I'll just re post this little thing I wrote last year. (Don't worry I 'll add more of the current story)

Early Robins

The skies are gray
With the hint of snow
Early Robins with no where to go

Foolish birds you say
Maybe, maybe so
But perhaps there is something that we don't know

Harbingers, yes harbingers are they
Southerly winds starting to blow
Tree buds and bluebells starting to grow

Do robins know when spring is nigh
I daren't  nor will I say no
I'd rather have them, than see them go.

was rolled over as it tumbled down the face of the wave.

Bob had been flung from his seat and had suffered a hard blow to his head, he gasped and had sucked in a quantity of sea water then only half conscious he slid out of the cabin and across the side of the boat as the hull rolled to one side for a second then settled back upside down and started to sink stern first.

He had almost slipped out of the life vest but had remained aware enough to hook one arm and with the vest half on bobbed to the surface. Suddenly a few feet away the engine cover had suddenly popped to the surface, he had paddled to it and slid onto the top.

The storm raged for several hours, as soon as he was able Bob had worked his other arm into the vest but his fingers were two numb to tie it properly. He no longer could remember much of what had gone on and realized that it didn’t really matter he was here now.

As quickly as he shoved aside those first hours he wondered where is “here”? How long had he drifted and in what direction? He thought he had been at least two days on his tiny craft, he remembered that the wind had eventually ceased. But had he been caught in a current, had he gone northerly or southerly or had the wind and tide carried him towards the string of islands that stretched across his hidden cove?

It also dawned on him that it would be days or even weeks before anyone would miss him.

‘But enough’, he told himself; right now he had to find food and shelter, then perhaps later he could explore and see if he was on an island or somewhere that he might recognize.