Time to rest

While crossing from Grenada to Bonaire we had a rather exhausted swallow join us. It struggled around the deck and into the cockpit where it sat quietly below the dodger in the shade. I poured some water into a bottle cap and pushed it over to it. The swallow was totally unfazed by us been so near to him. He started to drink before I had removed my hand. After resting up and for about an hour, checking out the inside of the boat, it took off and disappeared for 45 min before returning. The closest land was a small island about 18nm away. Later it went off for longer and the third time must have found something to head for as it never returned. The next day another swallow joined us in the middle of a rainstorm. It rode out the storm with us surfing down the waves and then sat in the sun for about twenty minutes before chirping and leaving. It’s amazing how far these little birds go on their migration.