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Whereas the seals I observed always
seemed to be sleeping and resting up for their next long swim into the
Tasman Sea, the sea lions I observed seemed too restless to really
sleep. They had a peculiar cycle of five minutes of sleep followed by
five minutes of "who is encroaching on my resting spot now?" For the
most part, their little tussles resembled child's play and seemed more
like positioning then anything else, but occasionally reached levels
of bitter bickering. We tend to dub lions "the king of the beasts",
while sea lions, on the other hand, seem merely preoccupied with who
gets to sun bathe in which beach chair. |
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