Whale Falls
Most dead whales sink slowly to the ocean floor, until they rest
in the deep, 3000 feet or more.
Sometimes we see (and smell!) dead whales decomposing on the
beach or in near shore waters, but those are very few of the many thousands of
whales who die naturally every year. (If
we lived in Norway or Japan or Iceland we might see the carcasses of the 2000
whales they still slaughter annually in commercial hunts.)
Those lucky enough to die naturally become what’s called “whale
fall.”
Because it’s so cold in the deep, with lots of pressure, the
whales decompose very slowly. Scavengers like hagfish and crabs show up first,
and eat all their soft tissue in a few months.
Then furry worms and shrimp, called “enrichment opportunists,” move in
and colonize the massive whale bones for two or more years. Finally, the bacteria arrive and live for many
decades, 50 years or more, off the bones’ lipids, feeding in turn many nearby
mussels and clams.
Researchers using a remotely operated vehicle studied one 40-ton
grey whale carcass deep off the coast of Santa Barbara for over ten years and
found more than 30,000 animals, representing 200 different species, living off
the one animal. A dead whale can be one
of the most species-rich habitats in the ocean.
“There is no greater love than
this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”
OK,
this is a slightly morbid topic for my weekly post on ocean spirituality. I’m pretty sure those are eels in this
picture, feasting on the dead whale.
Creepy. Of course we know that every
animal body eventually ends up in the sea in some diffuse form, thanks to decomposition,
gravity, run off and continental shift. OK, more dreariness. I confess I’m feeling a bit dark these days;
life and nation seem a little grim. My
brooding about life and death reminded me of what I have learned at the
Aquarium about whale falls.
But I am
a resurrection girl. I do believe that life
is always more powerful than death. Even
for a 40-ton dead whale. In their one death
they give life to tens of thousands of others. In that miraculous balance of life and death
and new life, there is no waste, everything has value and meaning. Even in the darkest depths, a rich habitat.
They
are haunting, pictures of whale falls, courtesy of deep sea technology. I am moved, and strangely reassured, seeing both
the death hidden in the dark and the new life blooming from it. There is so much we know, and so much we have
no idea about at all. I like learning
new things. And I like letting the
mystery be, down deep.
Where do whales go when they die? To whale heaven of course. From deep dark wet, they are transformed into
new life. Same as for all of us living
beings. We move from deep dark wet to light and life,
again and again.
(Bluetheology.com. We invite you to a Blue Theology Retreat and
Resource Day May 9 in Pacific Grove for religious leaders, “Walking With Jesus
By The Sea.”)
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