I’ve been thinking I should try and give an idea of the huge diversity of marine life here. We’ve seen so many different species and there’s many I haven’t identified! But I’ve also learned a lot. I now know which ones are good to hunt when we need fish for dinner. We try and go spear fishing in different areas too, to minimise our impact. Though our “footprint” is miniscule compared to even the local pungas, never mind the trawlers. But then, we should all do our bit!
So here goes! We have seen….
Amber Jack, Grouper, Rooster fish, Sail fish, Mahimahi, dolphins, Blue whale, humpback whale, lots of different snapper, triggerfish, grunts, wrasses, hogfish, goatfish, sea bass, chubs, trevally, Barracuda, Drummers, and Mullet.
Turtles, sting rays, devil rays, Eagle rays, moray eels, spiny porcupine fish, banded guitar fish, round rays, pufferfish and tobies, stone scorpion fish, sea stars & urchins galore and lobsters.
Many Butterflyfish, parrotfish, yellowtail surgeon fish, Giant hawkfish, various damselfish, gafftopsail pompano, convict surgeonfish, Cortez rainbow wrasse, King and many other angelfish, a bunch of Whiptail and Bream, Needlefish, Fusiliers, Razorfish, Gobies, and Blennies
Add to that the equally stunning diversity in the plant life and corals, all so colourful and beautiful. Not to mention all the things I cannot put a name to!
I don’t know if WordPress has changed something but all of a sudden I can’t upload many pics on a blog. So annoying.
24.07.21: We watched a couple of episodes of Outlander tonight. It was the part where Jamie duals with Black Jack Randall, and Claire loses her baby. Even though I’ve read the books and expected this part of the story, I somehow didn’t think how it might press buttons for me.
And, boy, did it. Her grief hit me as if I’d lost Danny yesterday. I remembered the disconnect in my brain between knowing he was gone on an intellectual level and denying that was a feasible thing, that my beautiful son could be gone, I’d never see him, touch him, laugh with him again. Then seeing her not want to hand over her baby’s body, I remembered not wanting them to take Danny away before the funeral, wanting to gaze upon him a little longer, knowing I’d never see him again.
It’s a cruel thing. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Those intensely painful feelings you can’t imagine how you’ll recover from. Then I remind myself, one does go on, inevitably. There’s little choice.
I need to live in the moment, make enough positive energy for the both of us. But, hot damn, sometimes it’s a big ask. I miss him with every fibre of my being.