They call it Velcro Beach cause so many people come to that marina and never leave. We made it there by 2:30 after leaving Cocoa at daybreak.

It was a beautiful day on the waterway, we put the headsail up and made good time. Ed enjoyed beating another sailboat on the way (no he’s not competitive).

After we got to the dock and refueled, I was trying to take off the lines so we could move the boat to the slip when I heard a wolf whistle?

Now don’t get me wrong, at 60 years old I would appreciate that type of attention but it definitely threw me off guard. With some help from a dockhand I dealt with the lines and looked back.

It was a couple of birds in a cage on the dock who were whistling and talking at people.

Indiscriminately.

Oh well that burst my bubble for the day. Ziggy didn’t quite know what to make of them either, not sure she’s ever encountered talking birds before.

We took a 2-mile walk to the beach town to get me more cold meds and cough drops. It was nice to get some exercise and Ziggy needed her toenails trimmed from pavement walking.

That evening we strolled over to the sports bar on the waterfront and watched the heels lose .