I'm back in Mexico where I'm getting my sailboat Honu ready for another Sea of Cortez adventure. All I really want to do, though, is collect trap doors.
Last week during a visit to my friends' cabin outside of Lufkin, Texas, the abundance of aquatic wildlife there surprised me. Since a great blue heron and two bald eagles perched a little too far away to see clearly, I decided to paddle a kayak around the lake.
I thought I knew a lot about the Titanic, but in New York City last week I went to an exhibit about the ship, and there found a book called "882 1/2 Amazing Answers to Your Questions About the Titanic" ($10, Scholastic Inc.). Of those answers I knew two. One, the ship was considered unsinkable, and two, it hit an iceberg and sank.
Every time I pick up the new book "The Sea Sleuth: Edventures [sic] of a Marine Detective," by state Department of Land and Natural Resources biologist Dave Gulko, I crack up.
Years ago, while sailing off Coast Rica, I saw something so amazing, I sometimes wonder if, having seen pictures of the event, I just dreamed I saw it.
Last week while walking Lanikai Beach, I saw a bright orange-and-yellow candy wrapper tumbling in the shore break. Wading in a foot or two, I picked it up.
Oh, if only all marine trash could be this good. I'd found a Spanish dancer.
Last week as I looked through my literature on Hawaii's shorebirds, a headline in the Hawaii Audubon Society's journal, Elepaio, stopped me. It said, "The Black-Crowned Night Heron: The Bad and the Good."