Teenage Seals

Summary

The article "Teenage Seals" describes the author's encounter with juvenile seals during a morning walk along the Pacific shore, observing their playful behavior as they venture closer to land than usual.

Abstract

The author, Wolfstuff, captures a moment of delight while witnessing young seals body surfing near the shore, a rare sight as these seals typically remain around Castle Rock. Despite the seals' usual adherence to their territory, the author notes their occasional forays into closer waters, displaying a sense of youthful rebellion and exploration. The seals' graceful swimming and obvious enjoyment of the water are highlighted, with the author reflecting on the natural affinity seals have for their aquatic environment. The article conveys the joy of observing wildlife in its element, even as the seals seemingly ignore the calls from their elders at Castle Rock, choosing to revel in their newfound freedom.

Opinions

The author playfully likens the seals' behavior to that of juvenile delinquents, suggesting a humorous comparison between human and animal adolescence.
There is a sense of wonder and admiration for the seals' swimming prowess, emphasizing that they are not just adept in water but seemingly made for it.
The seals' actions are portrayed as a carefree expression of joy, with the author inferring that the young seals are aware of but indifferent to potential scolding from their parents.
The author implies that the seals' occasional departure from their usual habitat is a natural part of their growth and exploration, akin to human teenagers seeking independence.
The article concludes with a personal assertion of the sheer joy derived from observing the seals, suggesting a deep appreciation for wildlife and nature.

Just For The Joy of It

Slick, shiny heads breaking the sunlit surface — teenage seals

Juvenile delinquents? I wonder. They are supposed to stick close to Castle Rock, aren’t they?

Not these guys though, body surfing the incoming swells.

Actually, they rarely leave Castle Rock, these seals. We hear them every day from morning to night (and possibly through the night, though what do I know, I’m asleep by nine). But once in a while, a couple of times a year, I’ll notice, during my morning walk along the Pacific shore, the slick blackness of seals closer to land than Castle Rock.

This time there were two of them. Small, by seal standards, so I assumed teenage seal juvenile delinquents, ignoring the don’t leave the rock rules and off to explore.

When only the eyes and nose pop up out of the water, it could be a cat. A very wet cat, mind you, but still. But then follows the perfectly formed, slick, insulated seal hide, home to sheer joy this morning, and the cat image takes wing and evaporates: these are seals enjoying themselves. Not out of earshot of mother or father seal, I can hear them, but ignoring whatever injunctions are hurled their way from Castle Rock. They’re already in trouble, so enjoying it a bit longer isn’t going to get them in much more of the same, so, what the hell.

They are such amazing swimmers. Made for water doesn’t even come close. Water was made for them.

A joy to watch.

Teenage Seals

Just For The Joy of It

Wolfstuff

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