When we're in port, sometimes birds fly onboard and bed down in the antennas. Then we sail away at night while the birds are sleeping, and they wake up and hate life, scrounging for food from people on watch.

Today we had a formation on the flight deck for unit photos, so we were all wearing our green camoflage utilities. We looked enough like a forest to make some sparrow-like bird quite happy. We were trying to maintain our military bearing as it flew back and forth between the ranks, looking for a branch. Eventually it landed on a cargo pocket flap and sat there while we got photographed. I bet the poor thing was sad when we fell out.

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