Monday, October 13, 2008
Sad Ending for Our Manatee
Manatee Update: It turns out that a 20+ hour trip in the back of a truck is just as risky as our animal-rescuing officials predicted. Our poor manatee, named after the town on Cape Cod where he had been residing, died an hour before he arrived at his destination in Florida. I feared that it may have been the wrong thing to do, but we trust our leaders will do the right thing. I hope for their sake that this "rescue" attempt wasn't just an attempt to put a feather in thier own caps. Perhaps with a little more planning and assistance from local entities, a 2 or 3-phase trip could have been attempted. Why couldn't he have been moved to a closer aquarium for rehabilitation? Did anyone ask this question? We have Boston, Mystic, and even several more smaller places that may have been able to temporarily accommodate him while he regained strength for a long trip? How shocking for this poor creature, to be hauled out of his surroundings and sent into the unknown and the unfamiliar, as the wieght of himself and his organs slowly crushed him over 19 hours. (I'm guessing at all this. The details are not out, but I certainly hope I'm wrong and that he died of an illness or just old age)
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It's sad, but for a manatee to be that far out of place, it must've been ill, probably an infection of some kind and lost its way, the ONLY way for a manatee to get that far out of place is if it swam the wrong way and ended up in the Gulf Stream and was swept up north, they aren't powerful swimmers. I would've been sadder to see it freeze to death and no one try to help, at least people tried to help, that shows we aren't entirely lost as a species. We're still tryin.
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