Standing at the water's
edge we shield our eyes with our hands, and look toward Seal Rock.
Brown shapes swim in the sea. They wriggle out of the water on to the
narrow strip of sand below the rocks. They're seals. More seals wriggle
out of the water. They're brown and of all sizes.
They bark. Have you heard a seal bark? It sounds like they have
something stuck in their throats. They really don't, you know. That's
just their way of talking to each other.
'Look, Roger, look,' Suzanne calls and points.
A seal is heading toward the beach nearby. Reaching shallow water, the
seal raises its head, looks around and sees us. I think it knows we're
friendly because it comes up on to the beach. The seal is followed
closely by a much smaller seal. It's a mother seal and her cub.
Suzanne and I want to get closer to the two seals, but we know that if we
move we might frighten them away. We watch and don't move.
The cub goes to its mother and they play in the sand. Then the mother
seal cuddles and nurses the cub. In a little while they head back to the
water's edge.
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