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My salty boys were off on a bike ride and one of their weekly explorations of the harbor in Rockport when they happened across this sad sight. While nothing about this dead baby seal makes me happy, the story itself makes me glad once again that we live where we live.
After a morning of volunteering, presenting the color guard, and walking in Gloucester’s Pride Stride with his US Navy Sea Cadet Division for Thatch and a lacrosse double-header (with two nice wins) for Finn….the boys asked to ride downtown to explore for a bit (aka…get an ice cream).
Again, I’m sad that they happened across this seal, but I can’t help but like how they handled it. Thatch, who at least in one little way takes after me, was sure to capture many photos….not just of the seal, but also a quick video to demonstrate exactly where it was found. Next, after discussing what may have happened to it, they FaceTimed me to show me where they were, show me the seal, and ask permission to report it. After we talked, they rode to T-Wharf, found Rosemary and Scott, Rockport’s Harbormasters, who were conveniently pulling into the dock at the time, and told them about the baby seal.
Later on they sat and looked at the photos once again trying to decide what could have gone wrong.
Good Morning Gloucester 