The Nature Conservancy is hiring an Ocean Recovery Scientist
Alex, the Hearth Fire
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In this video, an engineer / maker shadows a group of marine scientists and builds them things that helps the scientists see deeper into the world of sperm whales and other deep sea research
I always feel like no matter how many times I see a whale, I am always joyful; they are so majestic
In this video, an engineer / maker shadows a group of marine scientists and builds them things that helps the scientists see deeper into the world of sperm whales and other deep sea research
I always feel like no matter how many times I see a whale, I am always joyful; they are so majestic
pirategoddess 🏳️🌈
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Otters!!
Otters!!
Alex, the Hearth Fire
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Alex, the Hearth Fire
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This teacher got the memo: we got a thank you note that said, “We are o-fish-ally booked and can't wait tuna sea the beautiful Monterey Bay Aquarium. Thank you for the fishsistence.”
This teacher got the memo: we got a thank you note that said, “We are o-fish-ally booked and can't wait tuna sea the beautiful Monterey Bay Aquarium. Thank you for the fishsistence.”
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On the joys of whales, lumpfish, the ocean:
I discovered something delightful this year. I have sea legs. Perhaps because I come from an island, and I have never lived far from a sea. My idea of ‘home’ is ‘small and annoying cities by the sea’.
I am never sea sick.
I know how to manipulate my body on a boat.
I know when to sit at the hull, and when to avoid it.
I have a special technique for stabilizing myself on the side of the boat while something exciting is happening in the distance.
Lately, I have learned: in which direction I should point my camera, on a wildly unstable boat, just sensing and hearing the sound and huff of a whale spout right as it happens.
The smell of whale breath in the air: like broccoli, and brussel sprouts, and anchovies, all at once.
I laugh too much at stories about whale poop, whale genital parasites. I am surrounded by people who say things to me like ‘I discovered that male lumpfish can have pink blood’, as matter of factly as describing what they’d just had for lunch.
I participate in speculation about why whales slap their pectoral fins. Nobody knows for sure, but it is fun to imagine.
Some days, I am surrounded by so many whales, whale spouts, whale flukes, that I don’t know where I should look.
I see specific whales and dolphins and I know some of their names. I was happy to learn that a humpback calf I had seen in May now had a name (Mr Magic).
I point out specific whales to friends and say; that one is Pepper. That one is Little Dimple. I’m not a marine biologist but I listen to every word from naturalists and marine biologists about each of the creatures in our backyard.
Some spotted a whale breaching. The captain (who calls himself Only Fins), floors it, so that I can get this photo.
Going out on a small boat regularly to see whales, and soon, orcas, was the pillar of my mental health I didn’t know I needed.
I wish I can go back in time and tell the younger version of me: one day; you will know many whales, some of them by name.
Rachel E. S. Lösche
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Is anyone in the feed by any chance a European-based economist or sociologist who happens to be working on anything related to climate change and the sea?
We need some input/collaboration on the topic for a project.
On the joys of whales, lumpfish, the ocean:
I discovered something delightful this year. I have sea legs. Perhaps because I come from an island, and I have never lived far from a sea. My idea of ‘home’ is ‘small and annoying cities by the sea’.
I am never sea sick.
I know how to manipulate my body on a boat.
I know when to sit at the hull, and when to avoid it.
I have a special technique for stabilizing myself on the side of the boat while something exciting is happening in the distance.
Lately, I have learned: in which direction I should point my camera, on a wildly unstable boat, just sensing and hearing the sound and huff of a whale spout right as it happens.
The smell of whale breath in the air: like broccoli, and brussel sprouts, and anchovies, all at once.
I laugh too much at stories about whale poop, whale genital parasites. I am surrounded by people who say things to me like ‘I discovered that male lumpfish can have pink blood’, as matter of factly as describing what they’d just had for lunch.
I participate in speculation about why whales slap their pectoral fins. Nobody knows for sure, but it is fun to imagine.
Some days, I am surrounded by so many whales, whale spouts, whale flukes, that I don’t know where I should look.
I see specific whales and dolphins and I know some of their names. I was happy to learn that a humpback calf I had seen in May now had a name (Mr Magic).
I point out specific whales to friends and say; that one is Pepper. That one is Little Dimple. I’m not a marine biologist but I listen to every word from naturalists and marine biologists about each of the creatures in our backyard.
Some spotted a whale breaching. The captain (who calls himself Only Fins), floors it, so that I can get this photo.
Going out on a small boat regularly to see whales, and soon, orcas, was the pillar of my mental health I didn’t know I needed.
I wish I can go back in time and tell the younger version of me: one day; you will know many whales, some of them by name.
Alex Akselrod
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A few random marine facts I’ve learned:
- some southern sea otters eat so much purple sea urchin that their skulls turn purple
- the whales in Monterey bay don’t need to do bubble net feeding because there is so much food, unlike the situation for whales elsewhere
- California sea lions work with humpback whales where the sea lions corral the fish, the whales open their mouths and feed, and any fish that comes out stunned is picked up by the sea lions
- a sea urchin’s mouth is also called Aristotle’s Lantern (watch a video)
- Mola Mola eventually evolved the ability to retract their eyeballs into their sockets so that when they were lying on the surface, having their parasites cleaned by gulls, they won’t peck out their eyes too
- the orca in Monterey don’t eat the whales, but they like to nip at them. So some whales have rake marks on their bodies that continue to look obvious and visible even if they got them as calves
- whale milk has the consistency described as like if cottage cheese was also toothpaste, and is ejected directly into calves’ mouths with minimal loss in seawater
- sunflower sea stars are carnivores