Lehner, P. 1964 185 Nov. 23 THE FIRST MONDAY THE 23rd Today is the first of two days alike not only in date and day of the week, but also in routine; got up for chow at 7:30 and to relieve Ken so he could eat; the sea is rougher yet today and things are beginning to roll and fly about the room; the wind is out of the east, changing only during a rain squall when it usually shifts to the south; White-necked Petrels appear to be the most numerous birds seen today - they are what George calls "the bird of the day" - his prediction is that the large dark petrels we are seeing will take on more bizarre identifications as we proceed (in retrospect, I can say that he was quite correct); flying fish are very numerous. Leaving the water near the ship almost constantly; Binion and I took the watch again at 3:00 and found the seas much calmer - the ETA is now Friday the 27th; Larry has now rigged a string from the flying bridge to lab #1 where it attaches to a pair of scissors - the idea is to pull the string when a flock of birds is sighted, this pulls up the scissors in the lab signalling Larry who tears out of the lab up to the bow where he grabs the shotgun and prepares to go bang, bang; I asked him why he did not put a tin can on each end of the string and we could play telephone; it does serve to break up the monotony, however; you can pull the string, watch him tear out of the lab, tell him it was only an equipment check and then watch him get mad and mutter four letter words under his breath; I today took notice again of Dave's insect nets and decided to make a drawing of the setup for possible future reference: (over)