Rubicon IV - Bob the Boobie post ; 5

January 16, 2019

Exciting things happened last night after I wrapped up with my last post.

Our new crew came yesterday and left early this morning. He was Bob: Bob the Boobie.

If I didn’t make it clear enough, Bob was a bird. After dinner, the adults were looking at something, and I didn’t understand what they were talking to, so I came on deck to see what the fuss was about. There was a booby, [BIRD] flapping its wings while kissing the railing as he was so close. Eventually, he settled on the cleat under a seat on the back of the boat. My mom gave me a briefing, “He landed on our dingy, [motor boat] and we shooed him off, but now he’s come back so we figure he’s very tired to put up with us.” Immediately we started thinking of names. He came from a Dutch Island, Aruba, so Glenn had said we should give him a Dutch name. We were happy with ‘Hans’ but for some strange reason, ‘Hans the Boobie’ turned into ‘Bob the Boobie’. All during our naming process, he was shaking his butt because he was trying to stay the on the cleat. It was slippery. He stayed with us all night and left at sunrise. The funny thing about all of this is that you always hear about ‘the yellowfin tuna I caught’ not ‘A bird slept on my boat last night’. To quote Glenn, “In my all years of sailing this has never happened to me”.


Catherine