We thought that our last encounter with a baby harbor seal was a once in a lifetime event. Wrong! We were walking on the beach near this namesake state park, and lo and behold, Patty spotted another baby seal. What are the Chances? This little guy was wiggling into the rocks, waiting for the tide to come back in and for his mom to return. After the last encounter, we self educated ourselves on the habits of harbor seals, and learned mostly from a ranger, that the moms park the youngsters on the beach or in the rocks, while they return to the ocean. The reasons for this are twofold. The adults need to hunt for food, and the babies need to get out of the water, or they become hypo-
thermic. When small, they don't have the insulating fat to stay warm enough, and can actually die from hypothermia. Except for these pictures, we resisted the urge to get close to this very cute little critter.
There's a chainsaw sculpting & sand castle building convention in town this weekend, and there are chainsaw woodcarvers here from all over the northwest. We walked around the convention center parking lot where the chainsaw sawdust was flying! I'll have some pictures posted tomorrow.
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