There are some very interesting pieces of buried driftwood on one of the beaches here at Cocobay Resort in Antigua. But then again, I tend to think that every bit of buried driftwood is interesting. We tend not to see much buried driftwood in Columbus.
Russell says sunsets are boring. I say that, on this subject at least, he doesn’t know his butt from a cracked pumpkin.
The yellow-bellied birds of Cocobay are hungry . . . always hungry.
When people leave their tables after a meal, a scout bird quickly flits down for a look. If the plate looks promising — not a typical scenario, because the food here is excellent and clean plates are the rule — the word goes out on the bird grapevine.
Suddenly another bird appears, then another, then another. Before you know it, there’s a storm of bright yellow birds nibbling at every plate, crumb, and ice cream bowl on the abandoned table, with wings beating furiously as they fly back and forth after retrieving a scrap and scarfing it down. They eat as much as they can before a server comes over to clear the table and shoo them away.
With the sudden appearance of dozens of previously undetected birds, their rapid, decisive movements, and their creepy narrowing bird eyes as they turn their gaze at your inviting table, it’s a scene that might make someone like Alfred Hitchcock get an idea about making a movie about aggressive, flocking birds that have a newfound taste for a different kind of food item.