This morning I woke up to the grunts of our Number 2 rank male elephant seal known as Chunk (or Zeke). Looking much larger than last year, he let everyone know he arrived, threw his weight around, then crashed out for a late-morning snooze. I wonder if Misery is far behind…
Old mama Bertha is almost finished her moult and will likely be off to replenish her fat reserves in any day now. In this picture you can see her blind eye.
This scruffy little juvenile arrived for it’s moult from Piedras Blancas, California, as evidenced by its tags.
I counted 16 on Great Race this morning roughly 50/50 male to female ratio.
Good times with amigos…