A visit on board!

The sun climbs into our baby-blue dome. The seas, barely a ripple, as we zip along at about 3, 3 1/2 knots. Zipping for a snail. But we can enjoy breakfast on a rather horizontal deck. Fried eggs, tomatoes and peppers, cheese.
At 10am we try the genaker on the east, starboard side. Wow, 5 knots. Not bad in 8 knots wind. With the current we should make Barbados for Christmas.
Four hours later the winds have picked up and the genaker is taken down. Genoa up. Exercise is good.
Flying can be strenuous, too, it seems. Just ask the guest who just flew in. A white heron tried our cock-pit first, flying into the wind about 5, 6 times. It settles for the bow of the boat, more weather, but unoccupied. Feathers all puffed up, its long beak and black-button eyes tucked deep into his shoulders. He tries to get his sea-legs on the bouncing bow. Should we feed him? A sea-sickness tablet?? After a couple hours "rest" off he flies into the blue.