We woke up on day six to rain, after a night of thunder and lightening. I was hopeful that would mean "fall out" at Sanibel lighthouse so I set off after breakfast to check out that area. There were a few birders who had the same idea as me, checking the trees and bushes, but no migrating birds were present. There were still a few birds to be seen on the beach though.
My name is Monkey, obviously that is not my real name, my parents were not that cruel. It comes from the 1980s band The Blow Monkeys and has shortened to Monkey. Anyway, it could be worse as well as a dodgy surname my parents could have really stitched me up with a girly middle name....how could I forget, they did. Lindsay! Thanks.