|Our walk today.|
|The gray whale's migration.|
|Humpbacks cavorting at Moss Landing.|
|A gray whale spout is heart shaped.|
Yes it is. (A blue's is
more like a geyser, straight up.
A humpback's is like a vertical cloud.)
The humpbacks and blues generally come here in the summer, to feed off the edge of the continental shelf. One year we took a whale-watching trip out there. It was very foggy, as commonly happens in summer as the warm air off the land hits cold water upwelling from the depths and condenses. At times, our captain would turn off the boat's engine and we'd sit listening, breath held. It was all silence until, there--a spout, as a big blue would come up for a breath. On the engines went and off we sped. We got some very nice sightings by this stealthy technique.
I love that these huge animals are plying our waters—all the time. They live there. They just do.
I love the magical mystery of the other 70 percent of this planet: the oceans.
I love this earth. I'm beyond sad that some humans don't seem to care. (My political message for today.)