National Geographic : 2003 Jun
At one weir we found more porpoises than the divers could handle. I shed my cameras and dove to one caught in the seine's folds, grabbed it, and hauled it over to the scientists' skiff. Working as smoothly as an Indy 500 pit crew, the researchers measured the length, weight, and girth, con stantly bathing the porpoise in cold seawater. Most animals were tagged, and on some Read attached satellite-linked transmitters that recorded the porpoises' travels and dives for several months. One of these they named Owen, after my youngest son. I watched with pride as he darted off into the green water, and later I followed his progress on the Internet until his transmitter gave out. I imagine him making deep dives in the dark Atlantic, chasing silver walls of herring. Want to learn more about I wonder what perils he'll encounter and if he'll enjoy harbor porpoises? You'll find a long and fruitful life, just as I wonder about my own photos, related websites, re 16-year-old son as he makes his first tentative tracks search notes, and tales from down Maine's highways with his new driver's license, the field online at national Now if only I could stick a satellite tag on him..... geographic.com/ngm/0306.