Funny thing that happened the other day, we had a baby sea lion wander into camp. He appeared very malnourished and was bleating for some kind of mother. So they called me to see if we could get him to eat something. And so I came up to cuddle with the little guy and see if he would eat from my hands. I named him Hermann and we got along quite well. He even followed me back down to the beach from the point that he had perched on for over an hour.
It's normal behavior for sea lions to haul out with their young especially when they're going off to go fishing for a day. And we would have left Hermann completely alone if he hadn't looked so obviously underfed. The poor little guy was nerfing on my arm looking for a nipple to feed off of but alas was unsuccessful. We left him under the canoes and he was gone the next morning so we're hoping that his mother came back for him and they were reunited.
I finally got my collection permit last week as well. It's good to know that we're legal in terms of permits now. Except that we still have to follow all those pesky rules regarding the collections themselves. But then again rule following is a good thing to be doing. Like tonight for instance my intern comes running up to me telling me that she was going on a boat trip (with who?) to collect any invertebrates that these folks would dredge up on their trip. When I told her she couldn't collect anything since we hadn't notified the department of fish and game 24 hours in advance she looked rather huffy (not to mention she didn't have a cooler or an air source for the stuff she did collect). I could tell she was pouty and pissy but who cares it's my ass on the line if we do anything illegal and DFG catches us. I'm certainly not going to put my credibility or my legal record on the line just so she can collect.
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