They talk about the sea lion Galapagos welcoming committee, but our welcome took the form of red-footed boobies. Three more joined our pulpit sentinel. They took up residence 200 miles out and settled in for the ride.
Rosie adopted them immediately and we tiptoed round them like coddling parents. They were quite unfazed by our rollings and unrollings of the big genoa, sleeping soundly with heads tucked under ther wings. They stayed with us until the entrance to Wreck Bay.
Most of the boobies on San Cristobal are blue-footed, but we learned that there is a colony of the red-footed birds on the southern side of the island. I trust our passengers settled in there.