“Can’t wait to get home.”
Well, here I stand on the Pueblo Nueva Peninsula of Venezuela. Several other Osprey are gathered here too. There are the young, middle aged and the older/wiser.
We assess each other, hoping to find a strong, experienced leader; one that can lead a skein across this never ending body of water. I want to be part of that skein. Crossing the Caribbean Sea is the hardest part. We’ll have to fly straight through and hope to spot San Juan or Santa Domingo in the next 36-48 hours.
Wish me luck.
I can’t help but think of Ozzie’s experience last year. He almost perished following that fool friend of his that led the skein far out into the Atlantic Ocean never to be seen again. I think that guy’s navigational instincts had been damaged by a winter of berry juice and cocoa beans. That old buzzard had his half-witted entourage bring him fish during the winter of 2014. To read more about this harrowing experience check out The miracle.