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Dolphins 'Ask' to Be Fed by People at West Australia Beach

February 19, 1989|LYN HANCOCK | Hancock is a free-lance writer living in Mill Bay, British Columbia

MONKEY MIA CARAVAN PARK, Western Australia — It had been 17 years earlier, on a warm September day in 1971, when a wild bottle-nosed dolphin came out of the sea and took a fish from my hand.

The scenery was dramatic: deep-blue sky, ocher-red sandhills clumped with yellowish-greenspinifex and white beaches flanked by translucent turquoise water.

"Please don't harm tame porpoise," one sign said near a group fishing off a dilapidated jetty. "All mammals including dolphins and seals are protected and must not be disturbed or injured in any manner except by persons who are licensed to do so," read another.

I had heard about Charley, the wild dolphin of Monkey Mia that befriended people. A Malay fisherman told me that several years before he had been the first to feed the dolphin.

"Charlie's got a chunk missing from his dorsal fin. He was here yesterday playing with a black Lab."

Eagerly, I stood in knee-deep water and scanned the smooth green sea. Suddenly a tattered dorsal fin cut the surface. I automatically reached forward.

The One Bold One

A sympathetic fisherman, laughing at the large frozen mullet I extended, offered instead several fresh tailor to tempt the dolphin. Other dolphins circled near and one came close. But only Charlie swam up and took a fish between his neat white row of teeth.

I tried to make my borrowed bait last because if there is too long a wait between offerings, Charlie will flounce off and roll over to expose his glistening pale underbelly.

Spurning my frozen mullet and with no more fresh tailor offered, he swam out to deeper water beside the jetty and tried to steal yellow bellies from the rod fishermen's lines.

The other dolphins edged closer and continued to cut the water near the jetty, but none was brave enough to swim in and take the fish.

Name a Mystery

Now I was back in Monkey Mia, this time on a Cook's Tour from Geraldton, 270 miles to the south. This time all but 15 1/2 miles of road were sealed. No one knows for sure how Monkey Mia got its name. Some say that the beach is named after a schooner that visited Shark Bay in 1834.

Others say that Monkey Mia is the home or mia (an aboriginal word) of the monkey, which can refer to the ship or to Chinese pearlers.

Monkey Mia is now a thriving metropolis. Thousands of vacationers crowded the car and caravan park, crammed the store, covered the beach and filled the newly constructed jetty. Dozens of others manned boats offshore. Signs proliferated.

The Marine Harbours Department, the Department of Fisheries and Wildlife and the Dolphin Welfare Foundation invited visitors to meet "The Friendly Dolphins of Monkey Mia."

But there are rules: Honor the non-boating area. Keep to a five-knot speed limit. Don't pat a dolphin's head or blowhole. Don't grab its tail or dorsal fin. Don't make noises in the water to frighten them. Don't let your dogs swim with them. Feed them only fresh whole fish that you would eat yourself.

Be gentle with the dolphins and they will be gentle with you.

Charlie Was Gone

But where were they? Charlie had been shot years ago by an irate fisherman. Since then nearly 30 dolphins had come into this remote, unpolluted beach to feed, although only a dozen or so made contact.

They arrive mainly between March and November when winds are lower, tides are higher, temperatures are cooler and their prey feeds in shallower water.

While my tour companions headed for the information center (and so missed the dolphins altogether), I grabbed my cameras and rushed past the cars, the caravans, the boats, the sun-bakers and the fishermen to a long line of people standing by the water's edge.

Almost hidden behind them and a flotilla of white pelicans hovering nearby were a few dark shapes, impossible to reach through the crowds.

Excitedly I ran along the jetty for a better view and just managed to click off two quick shots before the dolphins disappeared.

The crowds dispersed. Disappointed, I went back to the information center to talk to the wardens.

"They've been here every day but two in the last seven months," a man told me. "But these dolphins are wild. They are not predictable."

The Common Visitors

Although I had seen only glimpses of them, Bassolo showed me illustrations of the commonest visitors: Holey Fin, who had been coming for 14 years, along with Crooked Fin, Beautiful, Goldie, Nick, Harlequin, Puck and Joy. Each had been clearly identified.

Warden Sharon Gosper said that some of the dolphins switched roles and brought fish to people.

"One would store several fish in its mouth then spit them out one at a time till they were all mangled. The dolphin would get upset if people didn't catch the fish and throw them back."

Although some dolphins have been shot or slashed by propellers, Gosper emphasized that most fishermen here really love the dolphins. "They think it bad luck to have dolphins die on them, so they rock them out of their nets if they get caught, and look after them."

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