Many nights of the summer there can be heard above an expansive screaming flock of birds that I think are terns. A few hundred feet above the ground they fly, screaming in a chorus that sounds exactly (or to the best of my recollection) like the flying monkeys in the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. And now they are gone and the night is once again silent, except for the radio playing softly in the background.
Time for sleep. This weekend is on for the delivery of the HR46 from Seattle to Orcas (pronounced OR-kuss) Island. Forecasted S SW winds at 10-20kts. Eighty or so nautical miles. Perfect.