AWN ON THE ISLE OF MAY AND I felt like I was in a zombie movie. The biting wind was haunted by a cacophony of wails, gurgles and snorts. All around, hulking monsters were hurling fishy phlegm in my direction. The beasts were grey seal mums protecting). It’s a riot of aggressive maternal love.
FEMALE OF THE SPECIES GREY SEAL
Dec 14, 2023
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