a little high and absolutely bawling my fucking eyes out over this young female humpback whale who had fishing line wrapped around her tongue and mouth so she was starving to death slowly floating totally alone and sharks were closing in and then out of the ether emerged a random male humpback whale responding to her weak distress calls and he swatted the sharks away with his tail and then lifted her to the surface with his body so she could breathe and then. just. stayed with her until she died. she didn't get loose from the lines. she starved to death. whatever human that filmed this didn't intervene (i hate them idc idc idc). she wasn't a viable mate to this passing male. he just heard her, came to her, and kept her company so she could pass in dignity, not alone, not painfully to sharks.
in the same doc, we learn about scores of male humpback whales heat chasing a female... who turns out to be pregnant, and starts giving birth in front of them. instead of trying to harm the baby, or even just about facing and dropping her like a fly, they stop chasing her and start protecting her. the leading male blows a screen of bubbles around her, to seemingly give her—of all things—privacy.
so, so many thoughts. so much rhetoric about males in nature always needing to dominate, to be ruthless and territorial, to frighten, to endlessly mate, sex over love. and yes. sometimes. but also. the startlingly gentle, protective nature and kinship of male humpback whales. for nothing. for nothing in return. just decency. and also, holy fucking shit, it never stops blowing my mind how big their brains are. how huge their hearts are. how tenderly intelligent whales are, intelligent in ways we cannot fathom, let alone articulate. like does it ever drive you fucking crazy. they're out there singing right now. chatting. whispering. bellowing. coming to each other's aid. dying in fishing line. guarding a companion. or a stranger. or maybe whales know no strangers. maybe they're all connected. right now. right now!















