Heber 1965 March 19 at sun. Journal given to the captain so that we get better cooperation and thus more birds. The only ship that is any good for collecting is the shearwater and it is far from perfect. Oh well so goes one nights pondering. March 21 at sun. Somehow I feel guilty for not writing in my journal. So here I am again. Should write about the Sooty Shearwaters that are coming by but everybody else is. So in my loyal effort to prevent duplication I won't write about Sooty Sears. Right now I feel like running off to wake with a fifty tousand birds and hoping everybody would forget I was alive. But that won't do either. I'd get bored after the first 20 or so. Nine darn, two months of an ATF trip, 16 hours from port and I am not happy to be getting back. I should be happy. Arrgh! Why must man be dammed with a mind. The other animals lives are so simple. Out of sight out of mind for them. When danger passed they forget about it. It is past; it no longer concerns them. When they are hungry they eat and no more thoughts afford. They live each day as it comes. But with a mind that thinks. Each day has worries and frustrations. Not only of that day but days past and future. Out of sight still in mind.