In the nineteen nineties sea lions during this time of the year lived on what were then the CPR docks which were not being used then. My wife and I visited them in our Coleman canoe. We were very quiet in every way. The closer you get the bigger they are, and what if there is one among them that does not like our presence. Some of the big sea lions always slid into the water to come and check us out close enough to touch which we never did being both sane and awed, and slightly petrified.
I saw a photograph of Cowichan Bay sea lions on ehpem’s blog, and after he told me that he used only 100 mm of lens, I realized these beasts need checking out. Since the CPR sold its port, the sea lions no longer felt welcome there. There is only one other place like the old CPR docks, the outskirts of the Government Wharf. So that is where I headed this morning before the rain started again to take a few photographs.
Here are the young ones chatting.
Here is Bella (or Bello, I am not sure).
Their breath definitely shows.
And here is another conversation.
No more splashing.
Cowichan Bay, where the living is easy…