Yesterday, having fed the chaps in Sandness, Flossie and I went on a little excursion.
We drove down to Bousta (the other end of Sandness) to see if the seals were “sunbathing”.
There was a nice little herd lounging around so, using the car as a very effective hide, we drove along the side of the beach and sat for a while watching them.
We counted ten seals lying on the small sheltered shingle beach.
I think they are common seals or harbour seals (Phoca vitulina), though I could be wrong as I am not a seal expert.
I think, also, that they had their babies with them.
I have a love-hate relationship with seals.
There is the mysterious mythological side.
In Shetland dialect, they are called Sylkies.
But they are also killers and I don’t let the dogs swim in the sea when the seals are bobbing about.
A few years ago, I read about a labrador being killed by a grey seal on Aberdeen beach – The Scottish Herald.
It was very distressing and made me realise that they are perhaps not the fluffy little loving chaps I want to cuddle. If they could take on a labrador, a small swimming Patterdale terrier could be an appetiser.
Anywho, they always remind me of bananas on the rocks. I am not alone in thinking this!