Tuesday, May 10

Seal team day two: What's that smell?

I walked into the foundation with all kinds of misplaced confidence after my whopping six hours of experience from last week.  I mean I fed seals, I scrubbed a tank, I washed a floor.  I would be super volunteer in no time!

Thankfully the staff dashed my dreams quickly.  My first job of the day was to feed the turtles.  Oh I love the turtles!  I would be honored to prepare their food! What do they ea...wtf is in that box?  That's right ladies and gentlemen they eat squid.  And not the cleaned up for the super market looking squid.  This is just hauled out of the water stuck in a crate and shipped to the rescue center type squid.  So I get to cut up the squid and stuff vitamins up in the little tail bits.   It was smelly, it was slimy and it looked pretty nasty.  As an added bonus Elvis and Jetty splashed me again this week.  Joy.

They brought a live seal in to be admitted and I got to observe the examination.  I hurried down to the exam room only to be hit by this odd smell.  Turns out our new patient had herself a little accident when freed from the transport cage and dragged it clear across the floor.  I'd never seen a live seal this close up before and for sure never seen an exam before.  I wasn't as squeamish as I expected and I didn't even notice the smell.   But the best part was finding out that I wasn't the one who had to wash the exam room floor!

After the seal feeding I got to head out with a biologist to some seal sightings.  Our first seal was a very active pup who was not afraid to express his annoyance at us blocking his sun.  He had no wounds and his weight was good so we left him to his tanning and moved on.

Our next two sightings were for two dead seals.  The foundation takes these in and does necropsies on them to make sure there's nothing but normal circle of life factors going on.  I was so all over the Caruso pose at the first sighting.


There didn't seem to be much foul play surrounding our dead seals just some really foul smells.

I may never complain about my dad's lunch smells again.

1 comment:

  1. Anyone who can endure seal stink must really love them.

    Go Sister Fanculo!

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