Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka! ka-ka-ka-ka-ka… We had just anchored in Carriacou, a small island north of Grenada, following a lively sail along Grenada’s east coast, when the sound of laughter permeated the atmosphere. I found myself envisioning witches ascending upon their broomsticks. Nearby, a loud spectacle was occurring; something beneath the water’s surface had captured the attention of… Continue reading The Laughing Gull: an unruly witch