This is definitely a good news/bad news story, another example of what happens when people and cetaceans (whales and dolphins) encounter one another. The fact is, it nearly always works out in the humans' favor.
Despite mounting evidence that global warming is leading to devastating environmental disasters in the Pacific region, the U.S. and its partners are suspicious of climate change advocates. Rather brazenly, Washington and its Pacific allies spy on those who are intent on reining in global warming.
Members of a small nation with the hearts of a lion are standing up to big oil in order to protect fish, and their fishing way of life.
This week as the brutal 'War Against Nature' raged on, the conscious world fought back as hundreds of thousands of people from around the globe united...
"Save the Whales" was a rallying cry of 1970's environmentalism. The great sea mammals had been hunted to the brink of extinction and grassroots activists rallied to save them. But there might not have been any whales left to protect if the world hadn't embraced petroleum in place of whale oil a century earlier.
Perhaps the owners of Toys-R-Us and their advertising team have been reading Brave New World because this advertisement mocking nature and encouraging consumerism seems ripped right from Huxley's book.
Last week (October 2013) Captain Paul Watson, founder of Sea Shepherd Conservation Society came home to the U.S. after 15 months at Sea (mostly off th...
Over 23 days, despite mobilization of an international team to one of the planet's most remote locations and efforts to herd them out, an estimated 50 whales would die, largely of exposure, in the Loza Lagoon.
It is serious, deadly, and frightening -- both in what is going on under the ocean surface, and the lack of laws and controls to protect whales, dolphins, and other animals.
They inspire awe, because they're magnificent, massive, beautiful, powerful, and mysterious. Like giant sequoias but mammals -- like us, except on a prehistoric, mythological, global scale. Everything about them is huge -- their size, their sounds, their range, their strength, their history.
Serendipity does sometimes smile upon me, and it did a few months ago when I was on a tossing, rolling tin motorboat on the roiling South Pacific off the Austral island of Rurutu in French Polynesia, looking for whales.
Whales, dolphins, seals and sea lions got a good break this week when a judge told a federal wildlife agency it's not doing enough to protect them from Navy war exercises along the West Coast.
Whales fled the area prior to the seismic phase of the survey, which shows that even this type of sonar (also used by military and research vessels) is devastating to whale and dolphins.
This new science, combined with today's report on the whales killed by seismic technology in Madagascar, should be reason enough to at least put this proposal on hold, if not stop it in its tracks.
I imagine us, soaring over the sea ice, over my greys. We were so close. Why is nothing working? What am I doing chasing whales anyway? Who do I think I am? Doctor effing Doolittle?
Imagine you are in the ocean. You hear the lapping of waves, the squeals of dolphins, and the swish of swimming schools of fish -- all sounds you expect to hear underwater. But then a boat glides overhead, and the chatter is drowned by a deafening roar.