The thread, "The Snipes Lament" got me to thinking (and writing) about two of the sea stories I lived through in the Coast Guard. It wouldn't be proper, though it happens all the time, to drift the Lament thread from the Engine Room to General Shipboard Life...so I started THIS Thread. I hope you join in...
Buoy Tender Duty off of the Atlantic seaward coast of North Carolina (Nag's Head) found us at noon with 38-feet of cage, and a 12-foot diameter, steel drum buoy lashed to the deck. God has a sense of humor and nearly 2,000 tiny sparrow-like chickadees descended from out of the blue to feast on the tiny saltwater crustaceans that had either attached or congregated for safety in the barnacles and seaweed on the buoy and that we had partially scraped onto the deck.
There were, for a moment, tiny birds flying EVERYWHERE. Imagine Alfred Hitchcock's, "The Birds", descending upon a ship. They were in the Galley (on STEAK DAY), in the Berthing area, on the Bridge, in the Stack, down the fan shaft for cooling the engine room (even though there was a small mesh screen on its opening), in the Med Shed, Officer's Mess, EVERYWHERE a passageway was open and they began to DIE on EVERY weather deck and in every passageway of the ship. FREAKED us out!
We suspect it was salt dehydration. Tiny birds with their high energy and hydration requirements, "that far" from shore (about 6-miles), eating and drinking 35,000 parts per million saltwater "bugs", probably succumbed to an "osmotic demand" and lack of fresh water. After we finished the buoy, set it back on station, got a chance to eat a quick lunch (steak with a side of feathers), we had to police all of the dead birds over the side. We fed the fish that day.