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Dolphin Day

Dolphin Day

Today my friend Sherry and I rode over to Destin, Florida to attend a fundraiser for the Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge. The event was on a wild dolphin cruise and was very nice. Following are images taken from the day with a complete album posted on my Facebook page. Raising awareness of these magnificent animals is vital to their survival given the high number of boats that use these waters. Two babies have been killed from boat strikes this year in that area. I witnessed a boat and a jet ski corralling wild dolphins…a mother and calf…and wonder perhaps if there could be volunteers who monitor human behavior and actions near the dolphins to keep them safe…like the volunteers at Crystal River National Wildlife Refuge with manatee protection and visitor management.

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April Fool?

April Fool?

I was beginning to think it was a bad April Fool’s joke. I was standing on the beach asking the lifeguard if he knew where the dead dolphin was that had been reported. He didn’t but rode west three miles down the beach on his three wheeler looking….nothing. I called our stranding coordinator and told her the lifeguard reported that someone said there had been a dolphin with rope on its tail…but no dead dolphin materialized. Not sounding good….could we be getting pranked by spring breakers?

A little nudge from my intuition sent me walking east. It was looking pretty hopeless but my intuition nudged me again…ask the fisherman. I did and he said…”Yes, I know exactly where it is. Can’t you smell it?”

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Recovered dolphin last week

Great. And I thought last week’s dolphin carcass was challenging. The bloating was significant and so was the smell. But I was observing a necropsy of a very large, adult male dolphin inside a facility. Some decomposing and a lot of blood…the smell of blood was what wore on my stamina. Tissue samples were taken, counting of teeth, and all the other data that must be collected from a marine mammal death. Hours upon hours of locating, loading, hauling, photographing, and bit-by-bit taking the dolphin apart and taking samples from organs, blood, eyes…a very intensive effort on the part of several people.

Thankfully it wasn't another dead dolphin
Thankfully it wasn’t an uncounted dead dolphin

But today, I witnessed another large dolphin…this time in the final stages of decay. The body had been dragged with a rope and there were parts missing….the lower right mandible, the dorsal fin…and even in the ragged state this dolphin was in, I could see where tissue had been removed. Between our coordinator, my on-scene eyes (and nose…significant putrid smell) and another biologist via telephone, we pieced together the story.

simonelipscomb (2)This dolphin was found in December, processed by the other biologist and dragged up in the dunes by the resort gardener and buried. It had been recently unearthed by someone or something and the smell created a curiosity in spring break celebrants who reported to the resort management there was a dolphin on the beach with a rope around it. They forgot to mention the fact that it was nearly skeletal….but that’s okay. We want to be sure it is a dolphin that has already been counted….and not an unreported death.

I had nothing to measure the length of the carcass except my flip flops.... x 9 lengths
I had nothing to measure the length of the carcass except my flip flops…. x 9 lengths

Perhaps I did feel like an April Fool….but in a good way I suppose. Not another dolphin death, just a resurrection…of sorts….VERY ‘of sorts.’

Every marine mammal that washes onshore  (bays and rivers included…not just the Gulf) and is reported has to be confirmed, measured, tissue samples taken and a lot of paperwork completed by the coordinator at Dauphin Island Sea Lab. She is working to build the volunteer program so our state can do its part in reporting dolphin and manatee mortality and stranding.

It’s not a pleasant job as most ‘strandings’ are really recovery and examination of dead dolphins and manatees. But it is very necessary to gather the data and samples so the reason behind the nearly 900 dolphin deaths since the BP Oil Spill can be determined. Everyone isn’t capable of this kind of ‘death’ work…but there are different jobs you can do to help the Alabama Marine Mammal Stranding Network. It’s one way you can make a difference.

Dance of the Dolphins

Dance of the Dolphins

Paddling my SUP board on Mobile Bay and Weeks Bay this morning was a fantastic two hours of saltwater delight. The water was calm, the sunrise soft and inviting and I had two hours of dolphin bliss. And people wonder why I’m moving back to this place–this sacred, holy place.

I started in Mobile Bay and paddled through the pass at Weeks Bay. As I was making my way up the bay, I heard a HUGE splash. I turned around and saw fast-moving rings of water moving away from a large bottlenose dolphin. Another joined him and swam along side my board. Of course, I greeted them, said good morning, sang to them and laughed at their antics. In their hunting they turned head-down and their tales stuck up out of the water as they feasted. Dolphin tales, large sighs of air coming from their blowhole, calm water…what else could I ask for?

I paddled about 20 minutes with them as they fed and finally turned and paddled back towards the mouth of the bay. As I neared the pass, I saw misty blows backlit by the sunrise as a larger pod swam across the bay. How could I possibly resist another encounter? So I paddled back up the bay at an angle to intersect this larger group.

There were seven or eight in this group and one leaped out of the water right beside me, close enough to splash my board. There was one baby but the rest were adults. More feeding, more tails all around me, more cruises beside me. So elated was I, I about levitated off the board. I knew the meaning of joy on a visceral level.

After another 30 minutes of watching dolphin dance in the brackish water, I paddled back down the bay, through the pass and on to mom’s beach. My day was so blessed, so totally made awesome by these brothers and sisters of the sea.

After cleaning up and having my breakfast, I read where four dolphins had washed up in Alabama during the past week. The dead cetaceans consisted of a pregnant female and unborn baby, and a mother and baby. The mysterious dolphin deaths continue, all the more reason I am grateful for healthy dolphins frolicking and feeding.

If you pray, please say a prayer for all wildlife on the Gulf Coast. We’re still dealing with a LOT of unknowns from the oil spill. And while you’re at it, please say a prayer for the people here as well.

To order my books on nature, please visit my website, Turtle Island Adventures. You’ll find a children’s book on the oil spill, a photography book of images from many beautiful places in nature along with prayerful descriptions and a book of essays on the relationship between humans and nature, full of funny and inspirational stories.

P.S. These are stock image photographs. I was too busy communing to take photos. Sometimes the best photographs are those I never take.

Beneath the Surface

Beneath the Surface

Dark edges of boards ripped from piers during a recent tropical storm rested vertically on the surface, the other end buried in the mud. As I paddled my SUP board yesterday afternoon and again this morning, I noticed how they look like dorsal triangles of shark or dolphin fins frozen in time.

After an hour of hard paddling this morning, I spotting a fin ahead but it disappeared. Hmmm. There weren’t waves washing over the fin-boards. Oh, I thought, It’s a dolphin! Sure enough, the fin headed straight toward my board. The big, gray animal circled me a couple of times and then continued with his feeding. What a nice encounter on this glorious autumn morning on Mobile Bay.

As I continued to paddle, I thought of all the things that were just under the surface of the muddy water that could only be seen by really looking, really paying attention. And I thought, Life is like that.

We might think of bad or difficult or even scary things that lie hidden, just beneath our conscious recognition, but I believe there are many gifts that are just beneath the surface and are waiting to be discovered–strengths we may not realize we have, talents wanting to be used to make a difference in the world.

As I paddled towards mom’s beach, two more fins came straight toward me. They circled me a few times before heading off to finish their breakfast hunt. I was left pondering the question: What lies just beneath the surface of my life that can be put into use to help the planet, to help others?

What about you. What talents, skills or ideas are waiting for you to discover and use for the common good?

I invite you to visit my web site, Turtle Island Adventures, to perhaps inspire or encourage your creative efforts. We are all part of the solution!