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(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
26 September 2010
The third pelagic (fourth boat trip) proved the least successful, swell, a strengthening wind and an increasing proportion of participants 'feeding the fishes' meant we remained quite close in. We were all fine, so the lack of anything better than a close encounter with a big pod of Risso's Dolphin, was a bit of a disappointment. Did tick Mark Beaman though, must have seen him in the past, but hadn't put name to face.
A late afternoon seeking out Surfbird along Sunset Drive and Point Pinos produced four moulting adults amongst tonnes of Black Turnstone.