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- From: fhapgood@world.std.com (Fred Hapgood)
- Subject: a stranding
- Message-ID: <BzzvG1.KMs@world.std.com>
- Organization: The World @ Software Tool & Die
- Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1992 00:16:48 GMT
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- Yesterday morning I was in Provincetown, wandering along the
- front beach (the beach opening onto the harbor) when I saw a
- couple of cops standing around an object. When I got closer I
- could see it was a stranded dolphin.
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- The creature was still alive, which was amazing considering that
- it had probably been beached for six very cold hours. Its tail
- and flippers were frozen solid, I was told, and its skin was
- sliced with lesions that might have been signs of frostbite or
- perhaps sunburn. The animal was shivering and shuddering. Some
- kind of tear-like exudate was streaming out of its eyes. It
- would suck in a big gulp of air and hold it, as though inhaling
- and exhaling were so painful that the beast was trying to take as
- few breaths as possible.
-
- After a while some members of the stranding network arrived.
- There was a consensus that the animal was as good as dead, but
- the vets that would ordinarily be called upon to kill the animal
- 'humanely' were out of town. A member of the network explained
- to the handful of onlookers that killing humanely was a very
- complicated problem: not just any vet was up to it. Of course if
- a quick end was the only issue the cops could have used their
- service revolvers, but the sentiment of the stranders seemed to
- be that death at the hand of a specially trained eco-sensitive
- green-loving marine mammal specialist was 'humane' in ways that
- death at the hand of a brute cop was not. Besides, apparently
- only certain people, somewhere up the Cape in some dolphin
- protection bureaucracy, were empowered to make these decisions,
- and nobody seemed to be able to reach them.
-
- Some people suggested dragging the animal out to sea and letting
- it die there, but the objection to this was that the dolphin
- would die and wash up somewhere else, possibly less convenient of
- access or something. So it was left shivering and sighing on the
- beach. Somebody came and put a blanket on it. A friend came by
- who had just watched a friend die of AIDS and was so overcome by
- the parallel she had to leave. After a while I got too upset to
- watch any longer and wandered off myself.
-
- Later I went back. Somebody had brought a raft of some kind; the
- dolphin had been lifted onto it and was being walked along the
- shore to a ramp down the beach, where a truck was waiting to
- carry it off in search of a humane syringe. Some water found its
- way into the raft and the dolphin, feeling the water, suddenly
- began to thrash about. The stranders pulled the raft out
- from under the animal and we stood around, watching as the
- dolphin struggled to keep its blowhole above water with its
- frozen flippers. It would lie belly-up for a few minutes,
- its flippers lifted to the sky like stubby arms, then thrash
- and twist until it had the momentum to turn itself over, during
- which it would suck in a breath. I had to leave again. Later I
- heard that somehow it had made its way out into the harbor and
- been lost to sight.
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