I worried about her all night, and she was the first thing I checked on in the morning upon my early return for work. Somehow, I never really felt alone, and I suspect I never was. The tide was low and still out, so rather than go into the Net Shed, I went underneath to have a look. SS was not there, but signs of birth were on the rocks waiting for high tide to wash it away. Since I was there early and it was a minus tide, I helped myself to some Sea Cucumber, or Yane, as the Natives call them, and found a bucket to put the repulsive animals in until I got home to clean them.
Seals are a favorite meal of the big cetaceans.
My only assurance that they didn't eat her was the fact that they were traveling, and not feeding when I saw them. Three weeks went by before the guys called me on the radio again. This time it was Larry, come to the rocks under the Net Shed, he said, so I did. Larry pointed to the waterline, and there was SS with her new pup. He was so small and cute, and he had huge black puppy eyes with long white whiskers, and he looked at us with great interest.