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Tuesday, February 24, 2015
So there we both were, me and the manatee, our mutual flipper arms dangling in the water below us, mute comprehension between us. I know what I'm thinking: "Holy damn moley. I'm face to face with a manatee."
As for the creature itself, for what her senses might be telling her? Here's an excerpt from the essay "Why Look At Animals?" in John Berger's book, About Looking that attempts to explain:
"The eyes of an animal when they consider a man are attentive and wary. The same animal may well look at other species in the same way. He does not reserve a special look for man. But by no other species except man will the animal's look be recognised as familiar. Other animals are held by the look. Man becomes aware of himself returning the look."
Friday, February 20, 2015
It is some manatee's silt-filled, slightly slippery back, which, I'd learned earlier, they quite like having scratched, back scratching being a favorite shared activity among manatees and Those Who Would Swim With Them.
And so while still trying to get my bearings (hah!), I reached out and obligingly scratched, my fingers lightly moving across the manatee's back as it continued its slow way past me, likely hoping to find someone with a heavier touch. I registered dumbly: broad and thick Manatee skin covered in watery slime, alive to the fleeting touch, almost (but how is this possible?) warm.
But the two most significant moments in the water for me were yet to come.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015