Finback
Last Summer I went on my first whale watch near Massachusetts Bay. We did very well that even the announcer was verbally ecstatic every time a blowhole would pop out or bird ball would form. The gulls that are swarming the humpbacks were practicing the daily routine of eating all the excess plankton that hangs around on their body, in their mouth and wherever they can find some. Pretty amazingly gross, but healthy!
I remember I had a funny, gut feeling that day. I was willing the whales to me! I know it sounds cheesy, but I heard that good sitings are hard to come by. Well, lo and behold, not only did it work, but those massive, graceful, blubbery bastards came as close as 10-feet to the ship. It may have been more wise to be frightened by this, but why bother with such cowardice.
The final count was approximately 35 sitings – 15-20 humpbacks, 5-7 finbacks and a few minkes. Some of them had pretty goofy names like ‘Slash’ because the fin exhibited signs of running into a propeller or two (probably a whale watch so that’s ironically depressing).
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