Bottle-nose Dolphin -- Tursiops truncatus, invite us to consider mammal connections with the ocean. Cetacean evolution is fascinating. Current differentiation in this species suggests divergence between coastal and pelagic groups. These dolphin are coastal and will remain in the area their entire lives.
sometimes you can get goosebumps just thinking about them...
'Go forth to seek: the quarry never found
Is still a fever to the questioning hound,
The skyline is a promise, not a bound.' ~ John Masefield, "Adventure On"
Dorsal fins are not an uncommon sight in the shallows of Delnor-Wiggins Pass.
"Humans think they are smarter than dolphins because we build cars and buildings and start wars, etc., and all that dolphins do is swim in the water, eat fish, and play around. Dolphins believe that they are smarter than us for exactly the same reasons." ~ Douglas Adams
Social groups spend a good deal of time hunting fish, consuming from 10-30 pounds per day.
"Dolphins naturally possess the most sophisticated sonar known to man." ~ Braden Duryee, Space and Naval Warfare Systems Center Pacific
Respect for intelligence and social living may eventually alter our vision of animals as property, much akin to our change in visions of people as property. At the intersection of science and ethics, stop and take a look each way, and head in the direction of life. The heart knows its way to good company.
Dolphin sex life is ... robust, to put it mildly.
A 3-yr old calf named Manhattan exhales beside her mother KayCee. They were named by research teams at Naples and Marco Island: http://www.dolphin-study.com/
'I will go back to the great sweet mother,
Mother and lover of men, the sea.' ~ from "The Triumph of Time" by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tail slapping can be a warning or an aid to predation...
... but sometimes a tail-slap can signal that they want to play in a boat's wake -- let's go!
'There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats ... or with boats ... in or out of 'em, it doesn't matter.' ~ Kenneth Grahame, "The Wind in the Willows".
"No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise." ~ Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, aka "Lewis Carroll"
Boom! Note: this powerful dolphin is not yet fully grown.
"Their beauty overwhelms." ~ Carl Safina, "Song for the Blue Ocean", 1997.
'Child of the pure, unclouded brow
And dreaming eye of wonder!
Though time be fleet and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.' ~ Lewis Carroll, "Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There"
'Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.' ~ Melina Marchetta
"Surely, the ups and downs of this world are past calculation." ~ Charles F. Johnson, "The Modern Romans"
“I know now that the power of wonder is back of all creative thought and effort, and without it scientists, artists, and thinkers in all disciplines would lose the spur and challenge to learn and explore the mysteries about them. Wonder becomes a spiritual value, the basic source of energy and inspiration in the evolution of the mind of man.“ ~ Sigurd Olson
Swimming can be quite good for your health.
'There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.' ~ Melville, Moby Dick
'O beautiful in this living that passes like the foam,
It is to go with sorrow, yet come with beauty home.' ~ from "Enslaved" by John Masefield
'The waves have a story to tell me,
As I lie on the lonely beach,
Chanting aloft in the pine-tops,
The wind has a lesson to teach;
But the stars sing an anthem of glory
I cannot put into speech.
The waves tell of ocean spaces,
Of hearts that are wild and brave,
Of populous city places,
Of desolate shores they lave,
Of men who sally in quest of gold
To sink in an ocean grave.
The wind is a mighty roamer;
He bids me keep me free,
Clean from the taint of the gold-lust,
Hardy and pure as he;
Cling with my love to nature,
As a child to the mother-knee.
But the stars throng out in their glory,
And they sing of the God in man;
They sing of the Mighty Master,
Of the loom his fingers span,
Where a star or a soul is part of the whole,
And weft in the wondrous plan.
Here by the camp-fire's flicker,
Deep in my blanket curled,
I long for the peace of the pine-gloom,
When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled,
And the wind and the wave are silent,
And world is singing to world.' ~ "The Three Voices" by Robert Service
'The woes of men beyond my ken
Mean nothing more to me.
Behold my world, and Eden hurled
From Heaven to the Sea;
A jewelled home, in fending foam
A virgin isle none dare defile,
Far-flung, forgotten, lost.
And here I dwell, where none may tell
My tales of mortal strife;
Let millions die, immune am I,
And radiant with life.
No echo comes of evil drums,
To vex my dawns divine;
Aloof, alone I hold my throne,
And Majesty is mine.
Ghost ships pass by, and glad am I
They make no sign to me.
The green corn springs, the gilt vine clings,
The net is in the sea.
My paradise around me lies,
Remote from wrath and wrong;
My isle is clean, unsought, unseen,
And innocent with song.
Here let me dwell in beauty's spell,
As tranquil as a tree;
Here let me bide, where wind and tide
Bourdon that I am free;
Here let me know from human woe
The rapture of release;
The rich caress of Loveliness,
The plentitude of Peace.' ~ "Atoll" by Robert Service
'I have some friends, some good good friends
Who faithful are to me:
My wrestling partner when I rise,
The big and burly sea;
My little boat that's riding there
So saucy and so free...' ~ from "I Have Some Friends" by Robert Service
'If you didn't care what happened to me
And I didn't care for you
We would zig-zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.' ~ Pink Floyd, "Animals"
"...Yes, they're wanting me, they're haunting me, the awful lonely places;
They're whining and they're whimpering as if each had a soul;
They're calling from the wilderness, the vast and God-like spaces,
The stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole...' ~ from "The Lure of Little Voices" by Robert Service