Binnacle!!

Ok, so I wasn't the only one whose mind was completely blown by that stupid squall. Sometime during the hilarity on deck with the setting and resetting, a little songbird came falling out of the sky, and flitted about on deck. According to John, he's a Gray-Throated Blue Warbler. Or maybe Blue-Throated Gray Warbler? Anyway, he was a tired little critta, having been blown 20+ miles offshore with weather obscuring the coastline.

We set a bird-watch, in order to keep track of each new hiding place he hopped over to, and kept quiet, so as not to alert the crew and spook him.

Eventually though, he got pretty friendly, and he popped over onto the quardeck to meet each of us. He even took a spell at the helm, although Swab helped him out a bit.
Eventually he had enough of all the hard work, and hopped up into the binnacle to nest amongst our coffee cups, candy-wrappers, etc. Holding that tiller on course is pretty tough work, after all.