Whale Visuals


Here are photographs of the revisited former Fin Whale, with apologies to anyone who finds this gruesome. It would be more fabulous to see it live and swimming wild. Grandchild 2, although impressed by the size of bones, mostly found it stinky. 












Comments

Jo said…
Interesting remains. I would love to see whales swimming, maybe one day.
24 June 2015 at 12:51
Cherdo said…
Holy cow, that is huge! I can see why little cutie was fascinated with it. I'm surprised the dog left it alone as well as it seems.
24 June 2015 at 16:14
Dixie@dcrelief said…
That is quite impressive.
24 June 2015 at 20:12
Lisa Southard said…
Me too Jo - maybe one day :-)
27 June 2015 at 09:04
Lisa Southard said…
Dog had a good roll- my car still holds the odour of whale and wet dog! She was duly hosed and shampooed and hosed some more before being allowed back in the house. I am driving with my windows down!
27 June 2015 at 09:07
Lisa Southard said…
We are still mesmerised by the scale- and glad not to have been in the surf the day it came rolling in...
27 June 2015 at 09:09
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