Brown Booby
I was fascinated by the behavior of some seabirds that followed our ship. They would
repeatedly fly the length of the ship, stern to bow, looking for fish. Should they
see a promising fish, they would dive for it. So I went to the ship’s bow on the
promenade deck, one of the lower decks, and took many photographs of these birds.
Most of the photographs were really awful; a few were marginally ok.