For whatever reason, Boobie birds like to roost on passing sailboats. It's slightly unusual, as they are web-footed birds, so perching on a spreader of a boat under way is potentially challenging. Last night's efforts were somewhat alarming - one Boobie misjudged the landing and got his wing caught in the shrouds, and fell slithering to the deck. After barfing up his dinner of flying fish, he vanished into the distance. The second coming was in the dawn, when a Boobie made an attempt to land on the wind generator - think perpendicular helicopter - and wisely aborted the landing at the last minute. Next attempt was the feather on the wind vane, which flaps around considerably. Last, and briefly successful attempt was the radar dome. However said Boobie didn't count on our intrepid helmsman, Morgan, who reached up and grabbed his legs. The Boobie let out a blood curdling squawk, and headed off into the sunrise. Today we have made moderate progress in light winds - heading in the right direction at about 5 knots in wind of close to the same, and happy to out here in the vastness of the ocean.