It was almost a good eleven months before I got a call from Lana Ranson. The new sanctuary was completed and ready to be filled with manatees. Would I come down and lead them all the twenty-five or thirty miles down the coast to their new home.
“Wait until you see everything that’s been done there. It will be the perfect place for them and I’m sure they’ll love it. We even have a nursery where the water isn’t as deep, but the calves can still nurse. There’s a water pipe near there that will turn on if the water goes below a certain temperature. It will fill the plateau with just enough warmth to keep everyone happy. We had a few manatees come in to explore and they seemed quite content. I don’t think they were ours, though. They didn’t have any identification. I’ve been told that there se
