And then there were the Brown Boobies (what a name!) that had these weird blue beaks. My favorites, though, were the Fairy Terns that we saw as we sai...ed along the coast of Oahu. Pure white, and a bit like a pigeon, only graceful; they flew around like crazy.I got a lot better at using the binoculars, and I even got so I could recognize some of the birds all by myself. Gary was a great teacher, very patiently pointing out things to look at on the birds, and never sounding exasperated when he'd. As a matter offact, as far as he knew, nobody had. It was an odd feeling being alonein this room.Looking up, he noticed on a shelf just above the desk he was sitting atwas a folded up American flag. He didn't really know why, but he pickedit up; probably more as a sense of feeling close to his grandfather. Ashe turned it over in his hands, something heavy fell out of the folds ofthe flag, and fell hard with a loud 'THUNK' on the hardwood floor.Looking down on the floor, he saw an old key;. Aside from the stories, news items and his introduction of new DNA to the local deer, making them famously fleet of foot, he passes out of our particular story.“Excuse me my man. Where would this be?” Krill’s use of English was precise and grammatical and sounded to the farmer exactly as he expected, some toffy-nosed bastard from ‘doon Sarth’.“Ya don’t even kna tha’? Why this be-an Sarnsdale. You lost yur friends?”“I suppose I have, but perhaps not in the way you mean” Krill was racking his. “Thanks, Dear. Sorry for my ... state ... just now. Got a bit out of sorts today, it seems...”He shuffled on his own down to his bathroom and closed the door.Meadow stood a moment, turning over what she’d seen, wondering at the small thrill she’d felt when her grandfather’s warm penis had so briefly contacted her flesh. She looked down at her arm and stared at where a thin smear of wetness was already drying on her skin. Without thinking any further on what her grandfather had left on her body,.