On July-16, 2019 Sandra, Rachel and myself did our first whale trip of the season, taking the Petite Passage trip for convenience and sailing out of East Ferry, Digby County. The timing of these trips is quite important, especially as birds and not whales are the main attraction (for me at least). You can only watch a dark blob dozing on the water for so long and I flatly refuse to applaud because a whale is doing what whales do when they dive, fluking their tail. In some ways the trips can be like those awful TV shows where the audience goes wild for no apparent reason but presumably because they are suffering from brain damage.
We picked a day when it was calm, but it was too calm really and the birds were just not around the part of Fundy that we inhabited briefly. Even the yomp from East Ferry down to off Brier where the whales were hiding from the Japs (a cruel people, OK, maybe not all of them but stop whaling FFS!) was quiet. Eventually we did see a very few seabirds and even some rafts, or more likely better termed lilos (a floating thing for one, save you looking it up) of Great Shearwaters. You hope that, when we(I) next go, that the phalaropes will have arrived and that South Polar Skuas will be busy harrying things but, it has been a funny year so you never know.
One unusual aspect of this trip was the group of kids who were running around all the time. Kids will be kids but with these there was always the possibility that one might get hurt running into people. Maybe the whale trip people could have a junior section of the boat for the kids to use only, perhaps a fenced bit with a gate you can lock! Come to think of it you could also have a pen for those people who walk in front of the camera when you are obviously photographing something. Nothing too complicated is needed, a gangplank would do or perhaps just herd them to one spot using a Cattle prod and an electric fence to keep them there.
After the whale trip we went to Dennis Point in Pubnico where the fine fare of Dennis Point Café beckoned. Supper (actually dinner where we come from) was eaten, then we went and spent time on wharf four watching the terns going crazy over a fish shoal as the sun slipped majestically behind the skips. I doubt that there is any better place anywhere to enjoy such great views of Roseate Terns feeding alongside the Common Terns at close range.
Enough I think, here are some photos.