Thursday, September 22, 2016

A WHALE OF A BACHELORETTE PARTY



 
In just a few weeks, my youngest daughter will be getting married.  Two weeks ago we were all on Cape Cod for her bachelorette party, which I must stress was more showing off the beautiful Cape were she spent most of her formative days, than wild parties with questionable entertainment. 

One of the most spectacular parts of the weekend was a whale watch that ranked in the top three of whale watches I have ever been on, and I have been on a few.  Over 40, not counting the whale watches I led in San Diego watching the California Gray whale.  Those whales were at the end of a 6,000 mile migration, many of the females were pregnant so there was no grandstanding with these whales just, “Please are we there yet!”


But the humpbacks, they are the ones who could support their own whale Olympics!  They breach, they flipper-flap, they lob tail and often they are happy to do so right by your boat.  Early on in the trip we happened upon a pair of whales, one maybe the coach, for it didn’t do any of these behaviors but stayed with the grandstanding whale through the whole time. The other, you would have sworn had Olympic fever and was out to do each and every whale behavior till it got 10’s from its audience. 

Two behaviors we saw that day, I had never witnessed before. One was, rather than the usual tail lobbying where they arch their backs and slap their flukes on the water, this whale hung vertically in the water in a aquatic headstand and slapped her flukes both forward and backward.  She was so far out of the water that we were able to tell she WAS a she.  The female and the males, genitalia is internal, however in the female, there is a lobe called, for those who care, a hemispherical lobe that separates their anus from their genitals.  Barnacles often, as it was with this one, surround it.  

No one knows why they do these things; play, perhaps an attempt to knock of parasites, maybe a way to communicate for the slapping sound would carry a long way under water.  Who knows, but it is fabulous to watch.    

Her other unique behavior, was swimming on her back with both huge white flippers extended in the air just as though she were doing a back stroke. Whales are unable to rotate their flippers as we do our arms, so she was powering her backstroke with her flukes.  Again, the other whale just swam placidly alongside.  We finally had to leave this pair because huge breaching splashes were off in the distance and the Captain wanted to get to those whales too.


The boat did come upon the other whales, allowing us to see even more spectacular breaches, more flipper flapping and tail lobbing. 




This night the ocean seemed alive with exuberant whales.  These girls who had never been to the Cape or whale watching had the most amazing beginners luck.  A trip they will talk about far longer than had it been some other kind of entertainment!


IF you find yourself on Cape Cod, between the months of April and October, then please, please, forgo a beach day and head to Provincetown and the Dolphin Fleet, part of the Center for Coastal Studies, one of the most reputable whale watching trips you will find.  The naturalist on board will give a very thorough talk on these whales and the uniqueness of Stellwagons Bank where they congregate to feed each summer. I have always favored the sunset trip for you come back with the glory of a sunset on the waters, and the lights of Provincetown gearing up for their always festive evenings. 


Now, for the wedding, which surely will prove as memorable!


Monday, September 5, 2016

What Trumps Blogging? A Daughter's Wedding!


It hasn’t happened yet- Oct 9, 34 days and counting but it does mean that other things are taking precedence over this blog site.  It presently is September and that means the beginning of all volunteer things.  Most of my activities are tied to the school year; the nature center, my work at the church, it is all with elementary students and because Texas schools start in August it means everything is pretty full tilt by the time September rolls around. 


I love it though; I always say that September is the true emotional New Year when no matter what my age I am driven like a lemming to the stores to buy new pens, new notebooks etc.  Wise financial sense, spiral notebooks are17 cents now!  How I love that fresh page, that spiral wire that isn’t twisted out of shape yet, the colors that will get divvied up to this blog, or Faith formation or Master Naturalist.  It’s just all so inspirationally new.


Added to this layer of September excitement, I have my daughter’s wedding in early October, plus her bachelorette weekend this coming weekend on Cape Cod.  She has graciously invited me for she knows I miss it as palpably as she does.  She has planned a tour of all her favorite places so her Maryland friends can see the rock or sand from which she was hewn.  We were a military family, but of all three children Laura spent most of her years, 5th grade on, in this one heavenly spot on the Cape.



These twelve friends deserve our prayers for they are about to embark on a weekend, Gonser-style, where one gallops from favorite beaches to favorite hikes, to whale watching, pond swimming, forest jogging etc.  They are young, lets hope they can keep up.   For me it also means, incredibly, I am back home at a time when I may have a chance to see that “tornado of swallows” that happens from August to Oct as the tree swallows mass at Sandy Neck, a seven mile barrier dune beach, eating every bayberry in sight before they start their barrier beach hopping to their winter homes in the south. 

If I were really lucky, an early gannet or two might be diving off the coast in that pencil-nose dive that hurtles them into the water like some naval fish-seeking missile.   And whale watching.  I must have gone 40 times off the Cape to see the humpbacks but never in September.  Again, the birder in me wonders what might be zipping past on their way south. Or those northern birds that head to CapeCod claiming it to be their idea of a Florida wintering spot, thousands of Eiders, Scoters etc.  I bet they are arriving now. Yippee.  So bless the daughter that chose the fall to marry, and was willing to invite her mom on this bachelorette tour of home. 


There still is one more Iceland related blog clogging a corner of my mind.  It will be about the puffins.  Prepare yourself that clown face masks a pretty sad story these days.  I suppose that is why I haven’t rushed to write it.  I keep thinking of some old 70’s song, “The face of the Clown when there is no one around”.  The cheerful faced puffins, Arctic terns, murres and many other shorebirds that nest on the multiple rocky cliffs of Iceland, are all suffering from a change in water temperature.  But lets not sully this happy almost-wedding-day, blog with those facts.


There are a couple of weeks between my return from the Cape and my leaving again for MD where the wedding will be held but who knows, if there is a break in the space time continuum, maybe I shall find a moment to blog here. 

Happy Fall to you all and may fresh notebooks and new pens make you feel you can tackle anything this coming year.  The real 2017 may start Jan 1 but mine starts now. Right now.