Pace on Earth

Crazy

This is the story of Stewie the Seal.

After getting delayed a day we finally made it to PEI Saturday afternoon. We stopped in for a visit in Charlottetown and made it to South Lake for (a great) supper. We curled up around the new fireplace and watched the Habs beat the Bruins in a shootout - Just what I wanted for Easter.

Sunday morning we were having a coffee when Steve notice a coyote in the field in front of the house. It was a 150 yards away but was unmistakebly a coyote. And it was after something. We pulled the binocs out and noticed that it was circling a seal that had wandered up the creek and (way) onto shore. Sam jumped on to the deck and made a racket to scare it away.

At that point we went down to see if we could do anything for it. When we got close it started to scurry into the woods so we headed it off trying to herd it toward the ice. No dice; it started to hold its ground and snap at us.He was just a pup but was just a fat as could be. He was obviously terrified and crapped himself to prove it. We tried, in vain, to scare him towards the water but he stood pat. We decided to try and roll him onto a tarp and drag him towards the ice. As we tried to roll him onto the tarp with brooms he started to play dead which made that chore easy enough. Once on the tarp we carried him down to the ice.Once we got him on the ice we walked a little ways up the shore to a spot where there was a bit of an embankement so he wouldn't head back in the wrong direction. I gave him some gentle nudging towards the water but decided he probably needed some rest after meeting a new bunch of land mammals.We left him there in the hopes that he would get back in the water once he felt ready.

We left him alone for a while and then before dinner Erin and I went back down to check on him. He was still on the ice but this time a little farther up the creek. We again tried to direct him back to the water and this time succeeded. He slipped in and we rejoiced a little. Then we saw him swim directly to the other side of the creek where he slipped out and gave us the finger. Or so it felt. We had done what we could but he was on his own agenda. Again, probably exhausted and clearly disoriented. We left him and hoped for the best.

Pretty cool to see a seal pup up close. I am not morally opposed to the seal hunt but I honestly don't know how anyone could beat one of those animals between those big black eyes. You do what you have to do I guess.

Pace out.

Labels: Clubbing in PEI, Seal Rescue

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:28 p.m.