Lindblad Expeditions: Retrospective On Our Voyage

November 11th, 2011 | 4 Comments
Lindblad Expeditions Cruise

Time to scram! Carl Safina by Barb Ferguson

Our trip is now complete. It’s time to skedaddle.

But the trip isn’t over. It’s time to get back into our own lives, but we’ll bring this trip and its images in with us, where its perspective-setting power will continue expanding our view of life.

Pulling from earlier daily postings, I’d like to offer a composite retrospective on our great southern sojourn, our Natural Mystery Tour. And I’ll do this through the lens of the conservation issues—implied and explicit—behind some of what we’ve been seeing.

It’s clear that subtle conservation issues have been with us throughout. Most of what we saw and heard about, from penguins to rats, is being affected by climate change. The rats stand to have a good time as glaciers recede and they can reach more of South Georgia. It’s now a rat race between eradicators and shrinking glaciers. And the prospects of warming for animals adapted to cold are not positive. Nearly everything we saw depends on an animal we did not see that depends on sea ice: krill. And sea ice is shrinking too.

We happened to be here on October 31 when the United Nations announced that the human population has blown past 7 billion, making it—speaking for myself—a very scary Halloween indeed. The implications encompass everything.

We are surrogate travelers for those 7 billion people. But—most have never heard of the creatures we saw on this trip; their extinction would create scarcely a ripple across most human minds. If people care to protect only what they love, what hope is there for the vast majority of animals whose existence means so little to so many?

That, I suppose, is why we’re here—to create a little hope. We must keep in mind that the abundance we saw is no guarantee of future abundance. But we must also keep in mind that natural resilience can confound pessimism. Whales are still essentially gone from these waters. But the fur seals have risen from the dead.

But being aware of these issues doesn’t detract from being here. It’s always wonderful to be close to the animals. Here where they don’t fear us, the intimacy, the eye-to-eye looks, are very special. I hope we find a way to live up to their trust.

Seven billion people require a lot of food. Remember the Magellanic Penguins we saw on the Argentine coast? Dee Boersma of the University of Washington has documented that many skipped breeding in 2011. “And those that came,” Dr. Boersma has said, “were skinnier than they normally would be, and the females laid smaller eggs.” That’s because anchovies that those penguins eat are being over-fished. Dr. Boersma has said. “We’re harvesting more and more anchovy out of the ocean to feed pigs and chickens in China and salmon in Norway and Chile and other places. And that’s anchovy that can’t go to penguins. As we take more and more food, penguins are going to be in poorer condition and have a harder time making a living.” [see http://bit.ly/p3AhHu]

We’ve seen and visited many albatrosses. And surely, an albatross colony is one of the greatest spectacles in wild nature. The Falklands have been home to the largest albatross population in the world. But between the mid 1990s and the mid ‘00s, the Falklands’ Black-browed albatrosses lost about 38,000 pairs—nearly one adult bird per hour.

Yet in recent years, that decline seems to have been arrested. Boats fishing around the Falklands must now use streamer lines behind the vessel to scare and discourage birds from approaching close behind the boat. Boats using this technique kill only about two percent as many albatrosses as do boats not using streamer lines. So, the decline in the Falklands’ Black-browed Albatross population appears to have stabilized.

In South Georgia, we found a wild, Lord-of-the-Rings landscape of high-spiring peaks, massive ice, steep rock-and-hummock slopes, howling winds, and shrouding mists. This spectacular scenery comes both highlighted and haunted by seals, penguins, albatrosses, Shackleton’s ghost, and the ghosts of whalers and sealers.

All during our trip, we saw exactly two large whales and two old whaling stations (Stromness and Grytviken). Why that ratio? This answer is from Encyclopedia of Marine Mammals, published by Academic Press: “In 1904, the Norwegian whaler C.F. Larsen arrived at South Georgia and reported with astonishment, ‘I see them in hundreds and thousands.’” But during the next 60 years, “the whaling industry killed approximately two million whales in the southern hemisphere. This included 360,000 blue whales, some 200,000 humpbacks, almost 400,000 sperm whales and a staggering three quarters of a million fin whales.” *

Many of those whales should still be alive. That’s why we haven’t seen more whales.

On South Georgia’s beaches, Southern Elephant Seals got much of our attention. What looks at first like a lot of lounging very soon reveals itself as a hard struggle for existence. Being a male seems particularly unpleasant. Being a female is no bed of roses, either. It seems likely that no one would want to come back in a next life as an elephant seal. During the heyday of whaling, elephant seals were also slaughtered for oil. That killing stopped about 60 years ago, and their populations have been recovering well.

In several places, we enjoyed the proximity of many King Penguins and their big wooly chicks. Salisbury Plain, a particularly stunning part of South Georgia’s generally stunning coast, seemed the Serengeti of penguins. That parent penguins can recognize their own chicks’ voices among large moving mobs is a wonder of evolution and devotion. But everything depends on the fact that they do.

We also got to see many albatrosses in South Georgia. And these included the ethereal Light-mantled Sooty, the exquisite Gray-headed, and the gigantic Wandering Albatross.

“I now belong to a higher cult of mortals, for I have seen the albatross!” exalted the American ornithologist Robert Cushman Murphy during his first trip to the South Atlantic, in 1912.  Like us, he eventually found himself on Prion Island. On Prion we had the privilege of visiting as near to a holy shrine as anything in nature: a nesting ground for the Wandering Albatross (probably the only one in the world that tourists can visit).

Wanderers wield the longest wings in nature: up to eleven and a half feet tip-to-tip. During a life spanning perhaps 60 years, they wander literally millions of ocean miles and can stay at sea for years. To feed a chick, they may fly five- to ten-thousand miles and stay at sea for a month to gather enough food for one feeding. They mature at nearly 10 years of age. Courtship takes several years, after which they choose a mate for life. They can lay only one egg in a season. If it breaks, they cannot replace it. A chick requires a year to fledge. Parents cannot breed every year. They have one of the slowest, most extreme life strategies of any living thing.

The solutions that have stabilized declines of other kinds of albatrosses don’t seem to be working for Wanderers. Wandering albatrosses are declining, and this colony has been losing about one percent of its birds each year for over 20 years. Albatrosses of many kinds follow long-lining ships bearing fishing “long-lines” miles long bearing hundreds of baited hooks, trying to snatch bait before the line sinks. Or they follow trawl-net-draggers, whose cables can slice long wings. In these situations, being first can be worst. And, as the biggest of all, Wanderers are often number one in the food line. If there’s trouble to be had, they’re quite at risk.

As on other oceanic islands, whaling ships brought rats to South Georgia. They’ve been devastating to the smaller seabirds. Prion Island is rat-free, and we instantly saw—and heard—the difference in the form of the sweet spring singing of a small, subtle bird that cannot be seen anywhere else on Earth. It’s the world’s southernmost songbird: the South Georgia Pipit.

On our last day visiting South Georgia, at Elsehul’s beach we saw iron cauldrons in which hunters boiled elephant seals for oil. It must have been a miserable time for hunters and hunted, full of blood, pain, and loneliness. Sealers also killed so many fur seals that even before 1900 they were believed exterminated. A century later, there are again millions. Is their explosive increase due partly to the lack of whales competing for the same food? One thing it does show: Resilience. Life strives against all odds.

We have made a pilgrimage to one of the world’s most “remote” places. Yet here, ringed by high, wind-bitten slopes, we found ourselves continually in the exquisite, often crowded company of animals who are very much at home. These creatures, our co-voyagers on this ship called Earth, have impressed themselves forever into our minds and memories.

*Quoted material from: Clapham , P.J. and Baker, C.S. 2 002. Modern whaling. In: Perrin, W.F., Wursig, B. & Thewissen, J.G .M. (eds.) , Encyclopedia of Marine Mammals, pp. 1328-1332. Academic Press, New York.

4 Responses to “Lindblad Expeditions: Retrospective On Our Voyage”

  1. Trey Byus says:

    A beautiful recounting of an extraordinary voyage. Thanks for joining us, Carl.

    Trey Byus
    Lindblad Expeditions

  2. Carol and Denny says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. You have given us a Thanksgiving gift of your journal of the Lindblad trip we just shared with you. I saw you toting your laptop about the ship, but I didn’t realize you were writing a daily observation. I kept a journal (we write to taste life twice), but yours is the poetic one and something to be treasured.
    Good thoughts from San Diego,
    Carol and Denny

  3. Carol and Denny says:

    Please tell me why my comment has not shown up on this site. Did I hit the wrong key? I have tow photos of you at Salisbury Plain to forward when I find out how to do it.
    Cheers,
    Carol

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