They freed the whale! It was still hurt & weakened but at least its tail isn't tangled up in fishing gear. Can't imagine getting into that cold cold water & going up to a hurt animal that size. Amazing.
Bad Poetry and Fish on Friday -
Yes, it's a two-in-one:
I wish I had a piece of scrod,
I like it so much more than cod.
A trout's a dandy kind of fish
But scrod is so much more delish.
The golden Koi delights mine eyes
But don't go very well with fries.
For golden feast, think fish of brown,
The humble Scrod of Boston town!
There, is not beautiful?
AND...woohoo...we've got a special bonus atrocious poem by the Ol' Philosopher, one of my new blog-friends (god, I just wrote "blog-friends" with a totally straight face, how big a geek does that make me - oh, PLEASE don't answer that!) from the Malden Yacht Club! He left it on my comments yesterday, it's far too
...Maybe I can help by offering some of that atrocious poetry you mentionedThis one is about kayaking in the Hudson in the winter:
(with apologies to Ogden Nash)
Is colder than a mortuary
Is quite contrary
To being a paddler’s sanctuary
But an estuary
With ice, is very sumptuary
Kayaking in this ossuary
Could cause results textuary
In the form of your obituary!
That's all for now!
And speaking of blogfriends - oof, I typed it AGAIN, arrrrggh - I'm actually meeting some of the other NYC boatbloggers tonight - nothing formal, should be fun!