At Chez VHP the other day, we heard loud bleating through an open window. We popped outside to ascertain who the unhappy camper was. A few feet from shore, a newborn Harbor Seal pup paddled frantically and yowled for Mom. Mama was away from Baby, and l’enfant did not like that at all.
Since the Southern Residents left us in January, Vashon-Maury waters have been drearily devoid of tall dorsal fins. That changed on April 4, when ten or more Transient killer whales blazed down the Sound from Edmonds. In East Passage, NOAA researchers clocked one male in the group
Mustelid mania overcomes our Jack Russell terrier, Nashoba, when she detects Ono the Otter scampering under our deck with a juicy flounder or other succulent prey item. Nashoba whimpers and snorts at the floor above the spot where the river otter hides. This can be challenging when it happens at 3:00 AM.
I write this on the sorrowful anniversary of Tsu’xiit/Luna’s death. Hail pounds the roof, as it did on the day Luna died. Tsu’xiit left his earth swim during a freaky, powerful thunderstorm. Killed on March 10, 2006 at the tender age of 6½,
Chez VHP had a fortuitous and nostalgic encounter with J Pod on January 18. I fretted that we might miss our beloved Kéet, but the orcas’ leisurely pace allowed us to find them as they cruised up the west side of Vashon in dispersing fog.
The first daughter of matriarch Skagit (K13), she was born in 1986. She has three siblings and a nephew: brother Scoter (K25), born 1991; sister Deadhead (K27), born 1994, and her son K44, born 2011; and brother Cali (K34), born 2001.
An expression of gratitude is in order to everybody who attended our "Killer Whales in Peril" event. As we stated at the talk, we owe it to our endangered orcas to stay informed about the serious threats they face.
Another J Pod orca is missing and presumed dead. The loss of venerable, lovely Spieden (J8) is the latest in a disturbing and dismal trend of vanishing matriarchs and elder females. With Spieden’s death, the Southern Resident population drops to 80. How do we save our cherished orcas?
Southern Resident orcas – arguably the most studied killer whales in the world – are vanishing before us. Despite recovery efforts by the federal government, our endangered Southern Resident population is in an alarming slump
Vashon-Maury’s Harbor seals did not get the memo that the federal government shut down on September 30. Our marine mammal partners at NOAA Fisheries were immediately furloughed, but Orca Annie’s Seal Nannies remained on duty.
“Our neighbor is spraying a baby seal with a garden hose. That’s not right, is it?” This inquiry came from a concerned caller on Bainbridge Island, who got our phone number from off-Island stranding responders.
On June 13, 2002, a contingent of Springer’s Peeps – supporters of Kéetla/Boo/Springer the Orphan Orca -- watched with trepidation as our wee orca gal was extracted from the waters between Vashon and Fauntleroy Cove
One afternoon in early March, Miss Nashoba the jumpin’ Jack Russell took her two-leggeds for a romp along the beach. We spied Neil the Seal and his swim buddy clinging to shore, cruising east but casting frequent glances westward.
Mon dieu, what to write? A month-long dorsal drought afflicts Vashon. Most of the whale news is grim. A dead Southern Resident orca newborn stranded at Dungeness Spit in early January. California agribusiness and the Pacific Legal Foundation,
4:40 AM, December 3: "Waa-sa-weh (a Tlingit greeting), K Pod! We thought we would hear from you a bit earlier, but you are always welcome." For several days, a configuration of J Pod, K Pod, L87, and rumored other L Pod whales traveled through Puget Sound.
On October 18, I looked out our window and saw Chum salmon flopping about near the VHP site. Throughout the day, seals and sea lions picked off a few fish. "Excellent," I thought, "we finally have some food here for our Kéet relatives."
If anyone deserves an orca superpod on his birthday, surely our esteemed friend and VHP associate Mark Sears does. On October 8, a large group of Southern Residents traveled south in East Passage and cavorted mid-channel off Mark’s house at Lincoln Park. Alas, Mark had elaborate birthday plans with his human pod, so he was unavailable to obtain ID photos and collect samples.