After I'd left the car, I passed a truck parked by the boardwalk entrance and saw this poor thing on the asphalt behind it. He was clearly alive, but barely twitching. Not obviously injured, however.
I went back to the truck (on the far side, away from the seal - I know that much! Do Not Disturb) and inquired about him. The man was keeping an eye on him while awaiting the rescue team. No idea how Mr. (Ms?) Seal had ended up in the parking lot. Granted, the tides have been pretty high at high tide this week, but even so! Asphalt and gravel are not good for seal tummies.
Headed off down the boardwalk towards the ocean.
|Many song sparrows were singing away in the bushes alongside the marsh.|
|Cormorants always look so fascinating.|
|LOTS of common eiders out, all together in a group|
When I saw a few harbor seals out on the rocks, I wondered if they were missing their buddy.
|look! you can even see his little antennae - if you call them that on a snail...|
When the office called to say Sister was ready, I headed back across the boardwalk towards the car, wondering if the seal would still be there.
However, there were more people from the Sandwich Natural Resources Department and from IFAW, which I have since discovered means International Fund for Animal Welfare. Among other things, they do seal rescues and work to stop seal hunting.
When they cautiously approached, I was glad to see him lift his head.
|You want me to go where?|
He did get a bit vocal!
Well, look, he has some energy after all!
In you go. Very gently, but quickly and efficiently.
All set! I gather they will be taking him someplace to check him out medically and then, if/when all is well, release him back into the water where he belongs. I'm grateful there are people out here who do such work.