This week we woke up to a bubbling, gurgling sound outside the hull of Flapdoodle. Was it a diver cleaning the growth off our boat bottom? No, it was too early and we hadn’t yet organised for that boat care in Ensenada. As it was time to rise and shine we pulled ourselves out of the companionway to discover Sophie from next door very curious about the dance before her, a sea lion fishing for its breakfast.
A school of fish were swimming between Flapdoodle and Galena, our slip neighbor. They seemed trapped and enclosed in perfect proximity for the sea lion to get its belly-full and for us to have a nature documentary unfolding before us in real time.
If you look closely you can spy the school of fish.
We stood mesmerized for a long time before I took a small time out to get our cameras. Between Harry and myself we captured the photos before you.
These snapshots only present a glimpse of the hunting dance performed for us. It provided us a nature meditation to launch into the day.
A smile of satisfaction. There’s nothing quite like a fresh fish breakfast,
Very cool
That’s so cool. Glad you’re having great adventures, and we love reading about them.
That was great photography!
Thank you for sharing….how wonderful to be so close. We get to share your journey!
Be safe,
Lovaun
Thank you. We are doing our best.
What a wonderful encounter! Love your blog and being able to share your experiences wherever you may be.
Elizabeth and Jim
Thanks yet again for walking with me.