Cetaceans everywhere.

Oceans of Wonder


After a restless night, and finally falling asleep somewhere in the neighbourhood of 4am, morning came somewhat abruptly at nine o'clock. With lazy feet and sleepy eyes, I made my way to the kitchen for a cup of dark roast. As I sat on the couch to enjoy its heavenly qualities, something intuitive suggested I look towards the water. Sure enough, killer whales. A small pod of the black beauties were making their way south to what I can only assume is the feeding grounds for the winter. Though, that is an assumption. It could very well be the T100 pod I witnessed countless times this past summer, circling Vancouver Island as though they were dogs at the dinner table waiting for somebody, somewhere to drop some food. Though I guess in reality, they are just living like transient whales and not at all like dogs.

Syndicate content