Star Island Tour
Jump into the balloon with Newt and I, and we'll treat you to an aerial tour. This is such an awesome place - makes a faerie feel right at home, and we don't even have to use any dust.
Star Island was given its name because the rocky points stretch out in all directions like a distant star. How poetic!
The majestic landscape, though mostly shrubbery and rock, beckons to you, encouraging you to sit down, kick your shoes off, and stay a while.
Come on, pull up a chair. I saved one for you. Don't worry about Newt, he's more comfortable scurrying around, exploring nooks and crannies. What's that? You want to explore too? We will, but let's visit for a while. Be careful the sound of the water lapping on the rocks doesn't lull you to sleep!
Hmmzzz. Hmmzzzz. Hmmmzzz. Huh, where were we? Put on your walking shoes - we're going to explore.
As we make our way down the steep steps, I hear laughter inside. It's the Pelicans putting on their weekly variety show. Today they are dressed as a barbershop quartet. The pelicans do the human maintenance work here, tending to everyone's needs, cooking, loading up supplies, etc. Everything is brought in by boat - food, drinking water, and generators. The island must also make their own electricity.
The tall grass is somewhat annoying, as it keeps brushing against my cheek, leaving scratches on my porcelain white skin. Ouch! We are not amused. Newt would normally be leading the way, cutting through the brush, but at the moment he's found the shore and is wading in the icy water of the Atlantic. What a brave lad!
A solitary fisherman stands on the rock casting his line into the blue-green water. I wonder if he knows that the crabs are sitting at the base of the rocks, just waiting to grab his line, and steal the bait. That there's what you call a free lunch - ayah.
I made the acquaintence of one Oskar T. Crabbe last night. He works on Fisherman's Point supervising the maintainance of the shore line. The periwinkles are supposed to scrub the boulders,keeping it free of slippery mosslike creatures, so that the barnicals have a place to attach and call home. That leaves the crabs and lobsters to clean up the dead. When I heard that I nearly died laughing! It reminded me of a Monty Python skit I saw once. I was in this house bein' tricksy - moving stuff on humans where they can't find it. Anyways, this big talking box had moving pictures on it. A man was pushing a cart down a street, ringing a bell, while singing out "Bring out your dead!" At one home, a gray bearded old man was carried out by his family, and tossed onto the cart with the dead bodies. "Hey!" he cried, "I'm not dead!" A discussion then ensues between the cart man, the family, and the supposed to be dead man. It was quite funny really. But I digress...
Anyway, Oskar told me his when his buddies get bored, they sit at the bottom of the harbor waiting for the silly humans to throw their hooks into the water. The boys just creep on over to the hook and have a snack! Sometimes the humans sit there for hours just bobbing the line up-an-down, with no clue they've been ripped off! Isn't that a hoot!
