It was strange to see Seals so far from the ocean. Two fat, hairy, heavy things sun-baking on granite slabs 80 kilometres from the coast. They’d either made a gamble or gotten lost, but it had worked out for them. They’d arrived where the freshwater meets the salt. They had it made at the gorge.
No Sharks, no competition for food, no fishermen’s nets, very little garbage.
It was Eden for Seals.
Most people walking through the busy park didn’t even notice them… so long as they stayed still. Which I’m sure suited them fine.
My decision to respect the seals privacy by not publishing pictures of them has absolutely nothing to do with me running out of battery and having no spare. Like a muppet.