Riding the River Thames

I am so sad that he died. I wondered why they loaded him aboard the ship. I thought that it might have been easier to shuttle him out between the two rubber raft boats that they corralled him in. Such a sad turn of events. An afternoon of sorrow with West Virginia mines taking center stage again. Prayers for healing to the families-again, she said wistfully.
No one really knows why he went up the river Thames, but here he is. I love whales. When people try heroic measures to save a creature, God must smile.

I watched whales migrate off of San Francisco at Point Reyes Station, California. They were humpback whales. Two fully grown whales and a calf was between them. It is a sight that I will never forget.

It puts things into perspective, doesn't it? All the weighty matters in the world and everyone eyes turn to a stranded North Atlantic Bottle-Nose whale in London. It gives me hope for "man."