What they don't tell you....

Oh, yacht life is really grand.... Not.  Well, sometimes (most of the time) this boat thing is great.  It is getting better for sure.  It really is amazing the difference from the marina for our family.

We haven't been able to set out on even a little adventure yet.  Soon.  Hopefully. 
But, for the now, we are enjoying just being on the water.  Just us.  Just us and the bird poop.

It's surprising that the solar panels are still able to function,  Thank goodness for small miracles.  

Yep.  That's not in the books, or the magazines.  I'm sure (I hope) that when we actually do start cruising... actually moving around... it won't be such an issue.  And yes, I get that we are not able to stay aboard Airabess all the time.  Working on that too.  So, we are crossing our fingers that when we finally do get to spend more time on the boat, the birds will go somewhere else to take care of their business. 

Right now though... they have set up shop.  And it is disgusting. 

We have been trying (with the unpredictability of March weather) to spend more time on Airabess.  And every time we get ready to dingy over... we (Hubs) mentally prepare ourselves for the carnage that awaits.

We are also trying everything we can to deter them... owls, old cds, etc... 

Did I mention the smell? 

Nothing has really been as daunting as the excrement.  Seriously.  The heat of the summer on the hard, working with fiberglass, black widows, all of those things we got through with laughter. 
This,  this  might be what does us in.