Remember that spring break trip? well we hit up the Oregon Coast Aquarium while we there. We try to go whenever we go to the coast. The boys love to just sit in the shark tank tunnel. But it’s been 4 years since our last visit. A lot has changed!
|they were so little!!!|
The lighting in the aquarium makes photos difficult. But when you remove the colors you get some interesting and eerie shots.
After we got home, we watched Black Fish. Black Fish is about Orcas in captivity. Orcas are also known as Killer Whales.
|from the movie blackfish|
More importantly it’s about the covering up (or lack of awareness) of the harm it does to the animals and the trainers in order to gain money via tourism with side show attractions. The documentary talks about the time in our history when “fishing” for the baby Orcas was legal, and theme park companies would pay a lot of money for baby Orcas. This made us all sad and I started to remember some things.
I wanted to work for conservation and whale health, and had studied a lot about whales when I was young. I remembered learning about the dorsal fin collapse in captive whales, the migration patterns of all the whale species and my desire to be a part of it. I would go to the coast in the nasty spring storms and count blow hole spouts of migrating gray whales. I have always wanted to get to British Columbia during the spring migration of the Orcas. I haven’t made it. But, now the boys really want to see them too. So maybe next spring break, that will be our trip.
While we disagree with the general idea of captive animals, we know that a lot of these critters kept in zoos and aquariums are previously injured or orphaned creatures. So, we accept these things, knowing that we will never give Sea World our money. We know that life should be lived in it’s appropriate habitat, but sometimes, we all need a hand in our survival. Sea creatures included.
When I was a Junior in high school, a friend and I did a work study at the Oregon Coast Aquarium. We left super early in the morning and arrived to speak to the head biologist and do the morning feeding/cleaning of the creatures and habitats. I remember shucking oysters for the sea lions and then feeding them and being scared of this huge critter careening out of the water for its breakfast. But then it pulled up short of bowling me over and waited for it yummy meal. He barked at me, and I thought, “wow, how amazing”.
My sister and her husband joined us on our adventure. The boys love their Aunties and have gotten a lot of time with this one in particular. She was 17 when I had Hawley, and she was in the room! She’s come to see us every summer she was able and makes it a point to build lego castles every time she visits. The boys are very close with their auntie and her hubby. I hope that we can have a close and connected experience with all our siblings and their spouses when we live a little closer to them. Of course, we may have to work on posing faces for future pics.
I love this picture of Hawley. We stopped up on the mountain pass to stretch our legs on the way home. There was freezing rain, but that didn’t seem to bother the boy: