Darlene had decided not to ride the helicopter today but would be on the catamaran with Lana. We were ferried out to where the cat had been moored all night. As I’d gone home last night, I immediately noticed the dearth of manatees around the delta. I mentioned it to Lana.
“I’ll miss their singing but a least we know they’re protected.”
“And they’re not hiding among the islands trying to dodge the biting tails,” I added.
“Wait ‘til you get there,” Lana told me. “We created a safety zone where biting-tails aren’t allowed. I hope you’ll like it.”
“I can’t wait. You showed me the land before we bought it, so I can’t wait to see what changed.”
It was time. I gave Darlene a kiss and slipped down into the MPS kayak. John rowed me to where the manatees were. Of course, Roqe was right on the
