Despite the showers today, four students join me in Clackamette Park. We are constantly being teased. One minute the sun comes out, and the next it is dark and determinedly raining. Fortunately, we have a shelter, near enough to the river for a good view.We stop painting several times to watch the sea lions swimming up the river. A large one climbs out on the dock below us, looking from our view like a giant gray slug. Fishermen tell us that they like to take bites out of the salmon that are struggling up the river, sometimes up to forty per day for one sea lion. Why would any creature be so wasteful?
(Asks the HUMAN.)
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