Because 2008 is a leap year I have one more day to write about February. The delay has been largely due to a wave-chasing tour of the North Island. Sit tight--choppers, fish and chips to follow. Oh, and I jumped out of an airplane on Monday.
When I was a little kid and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I took the question quite literally and replied, "a bird." I liked the idea of flying over the ocean to secluded rocky beaches.
As for this blog, like Jack Kerouac said, in his introduction to Lonesome Traveler: "Its scope and purpose is simply poetry, or, natural description."
My nickname when I was small was Jaybird--not because of my globe-trotting ambitions, but because I squawked a lot. So maybe this is just a form of online squawking.