or to the north. Or south and north as in these two
Most travel slowly, as the first few above; this enforcement boat, heading south here, works up a good wake with its speed.Generally, they pass us one or two at a time, but once yesterday (when I didn't have time to grab my camera) six moved at various points within my view. Here's a shot of one cluster, although this is actually two motherships--longliners with their attached punts.They're all waiting for the herring to spawn and looking for the right place to be when that happens. For several years in a row, we were excited to have the spawn happen right in our little bay. Where we swim in the summer, the water was milky with the mix of roe and milt, and sea lions were exultantly bathing in an abundance of herring while seagulls screamed overhead, watching carefully for any bits they might catch. The beach was coated for days afterward with washed up eggs attached to strips of seaweed (and yes, it did become unpleasantly smelly for a short while, but it was well worth it!). The herring have passed us by the last few years, but I keep my fingers crossed that they'll return. This boat passed by early this morning, so my hope is still alive, like this license-holder's must be. . .This morning we saw a sealion in the bay, although I didn't bother photographing him -- I haven't a good enough zoom lens and all you would see is the dot of his head in the water. Paul's heading out for a paddle now (I can't go with him, having injured my shoulder) and maybe he'll bring back more fish news.