Imagine a place with blue skies and turquoise warm waters. Where local fisherman bring their early morning catch to sell. A place where nature and man have learned to co-exist next to each other.
The Fish Market at Puerto Ayora on Santa Cruz Island, Galapagos is such a place.
It was mid morning when my footsteps lead to me to such an eden. The fishermen were scarce, but several Brown Pelicans and a sleepy Galapagos Sea Lion greeted me to the market.
It wasn’t long before a customer came up to the cement table requesting a fresh portion of fish for the day’s meal. Awakening the senses of the Sea Lion and the Pelican, they hovered close hoping for some fish to land their way.
The Sea Lion redefined the meaning of begging at the table. Persistently nudging his nose where it didn’t belong, A little bit here, a little bit there. How could you ever resist such an adorable nose? Please, please can I have a piece of fish?
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 
Sweet !
Thank you so much Susan!
What a moment!! You’re right – the Sea Lion did redefine the meaning of begging.
He was so entertaining. I could have watched him beg all day. Although I’d probably break down quickly and buy some fish for him.
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Now how cute is that?
Really really cute. 🙂
Wonderful captures, Emily. Who could refuse that sea lion? 🙂
The fishmonger certainly could. If you think about it, he’d probably eat her out of house and home. 🙂 Although both the Sea Lion and the Pelican looked rather chubby.
Adorable! I’ve heard sea lions being referred to as the ‘dogs of the sea’. This confirms it, as this is what goes on at my house during meal time.
What you got there? Can I have some? PLEEEEEASE!?!
I can only imagine how fun it is at your house at dinner time. How many dogs do you have?
Two. Mutts, however mostly border collies. My furchildren. =-)
I just love your pics!!
You are so very sweet. Thank you so very much.
Love it! That sea lion would make a wonderful pet!
I love how you think ! I would love to have one too. What’s interesting is that I saw Sea Lions in San Francisco and boy did they stink. In the Galapagos, they didn’t smell at all.
I wonder why that is?