Nightline last evening was tracking the ‘elusive’ dolphins in Bolivia’s Amazon. They came up relatively empty-handed in the photo department, even after putting a pregnant woman in the boat.
Local folklore says that the protective instinct in dolphins makes pregnant women attractive. I agree that this seems like a satisfaction guaranteed dolphin seduction. Clearly pink dolphins adore humans. Alas, no orgasm.
Of course, I cannot turn away from a story about exotic pink dolphins. We are in my playing field now.
After writing last week on Japan’s continued slaughter of these magnificant creatures, I’ve been contacted by some bona fide dolphin lovers from New Zealand. They sent me photos of Moko, an enchanting creature we will come to know in a few weeks.
It’s tough to think of Moko being sushi dinner for Japanese school children.(Read When the Subject is Women’s and Whale Rights, the Japanese Fall Far From Grace.) I know that scientists are continually surprised by the ‘intelligence’ of dolphins. Even humans can’t overcome sleep deprivation, putting half our brain to sleep while the other half remains conscious. The mammals functioned superbly over a 5 day period, without a break, when on alert for sounds. The dolphins auditory vigilance was as sharp at the end of the 5 day period, as at the beginning. via Science Daily
Until Dave and his mate give us a dolphin story worthy of this ‘enlightened’ species of mammal, you must indulge me on this business of pink dolphins. It would be so wonderful if Dave determines that femme-fatale whales are particularly enlightened, because then we have the world first Smart Sensuality dolphins, crowned right here at Anne of Carversville.
I want to thank ABC’s Nightline for not splicing in some pink dolphin footage, when they struck out in the photo department.
There’s a wide range of gorgeous pinkies available for viewing, and Nightline maintained their journalistic ethics in a world of dolphin-loving imposters. I apologize for being caustic my friends, but you are no friend to dolphins if you eat them, culinary heritage be damned.
If you think I’m tough on killing dophins, wait till you meet Dave. I imagine that a bit of friendly editing will be required on my part, unless he can manage to insult the Japanese while writing a seductive whale tale.
In that case, he’ll do some kind of end-run around me, saving his beloved dolphins and promoting la dolce vita at the same time. This kind of Grade A journalistic multitasking is always welcomed at A of C. Anne