Crouched on the diving platform at the aft of  boat, I held one fourth of a dead human in my hands. Several crew members were moving just out of sight. “This is probably illegal,” I thought.

Galapagos Islands, May 26 through 30, 2013. Up there, high, very high in the sapphire blue sky is an incredible flying machine. Sleek and aerodynamic, its wings come to a peak half way out along its leading edges and then cut back dramatically. Its tail is split into two long trailing sections, each half of the fork echoing the outline of the wing, widening and closing for stability. For moments this black object hovers like an attack drone designed by a Goth artist. Up there, high, very high…

Galapagos Islands, Republic of Ecuador, May 26 through 30, 2013. Each year I mentor a group of three very sharp kids at a local high school. When I told them I was headed for the Galapagos Islands, they asked what I wanted to see the most. Being teenagers, when I answered “Blue Footed Boobies” they fell over laughing. I really don’t know why the Blue Foot attracts me so. The name comes from the Spanish “bobo” meaning stupid or clownish. Bobo, Dodo, stupid birds. I never thought the…