Since we've been gone, since we've been back, much swamp water under the bridge. Pit bull attacks that nearly kill two local children, another gator chomp-a-thon, more pedos arrested and, it is assumed, more pedos let loose again to molest yet another day . . . but anyway, on to some REAL news.
On my morning swim today, the water was waveless, very flat. When I went under I heard that funny little click-click sound that porpoises make when communicating. When I surfaced, I looked along the water's surface to see if I could see any coming up for air, but nary not even one. I went under again, and again the sound. But none in sight. Now, since I could see clearly for at least a mile out into the Gulf, that must mean that the sonar porpoises emit is a very strong sound, indeed. Any way, I also noticed just a jillion little fish--maybe an inch or two long--just swarming around me. Then, a bit further on, maybe ten feet, I noticed some snook, maybe a foot or two long. Obviously, these sleek, silver fish were keeping the sprats agitated and in constant terror. Then, it occurred to me that there may have been some larger fish just beyond them keeping the snook in a tizzy and beyond them, probably the porpoises were hunting. Dang. It's a dog-eat-dog life on land and a fish-eat-fish life in the sea. Surviving anywhere is ruff.
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