I've been running every morning, and what a joy to be running outside again. It's tough going - the humidity really saps you, likewise half of my daily run takes me into a really stiff wind. Despite the crappy results, I won't complain. I'd craw if I could do it in this weather.
I was out for my daily yesterday morning, and enjoying my route which boarders the sea for most of it. It's an incredible view. Anyway, as I was slaving away, something caught my eye. I stopped to verify, as I couldn't believe it.
There, bobbing in the rough seas, still attached to its string and weight, was a bluebill decoy:
What is that doing down here? There's only teal hunting in the Caymans, Bluebills don't migrate here in any kind of numbers, and this wasn't something that was placed there - the waves were too big, and it will be on shore by the end of the day.
It had to come from some gulf coast duck hunter. But what a trip! Consider the map:
What a journey that thing has been on! Over 1,000 miles, especially since it had to navigate its way around Cuba.
When I was a kid, I was enthralled with a move called Paddle to the Sea, about a carving a guy made of a native American chief in a canoe. He dropped it in a winter stream, and we followed its journey to the sea. This bluebill decoy is a lot like that, and I can't imagine the adventures it has had.
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