An appeal on behalf of Krill.
We are it seems forever hearing of campaigns to save the whale. Conversely, we never hear a peep out of the bleeding heart, eco warriors regarding the desperate plight of one of the most delightful and inoffensive creatures of the sea. I refer of course to the Antarctic Krill or Euphausia
superba as we know them or more relevant to us, their Northern cousins Meganyctiphanes norvegica.
Unlike other newsworthy public interest scandals such as Cheryl Cole, why? or Duchy Originals, what exactly?, there will be no televised exposé. Nor will there be a mini series in HD narrated by Tintins mate, Captain Haddock. Even a newsnight report with that little winkle Jeremy Paxman interviewing the MP, Chris Grayling lies on the cutting room floor of ennui, which in itself is a little fishy.
I do find it deeply distressing to report on this outrage dear reader but it is perhaps but a small price to pay if it means a greater understanding and acceptance of a fellow creatures place in our lives. It is perhaps all the more poignant at this time of the year when folks are about to tuck into their seafood and salad platter.
Every year, vast colonies of these humble little fellows are wiped from the seas by the voracious appetites of Orca, the fluke slapping, breach performing and blow happy gargantuans of the deep.
This Krillocide continues daily and shows no signs of abating.
I recently spoke with my good friend Kris Krillian of the Crustacean Courier. He and his family recently left the relative sanctuary of their home on the east side of the Tjornes peninsula,- which as we know forms part of the Icelandic shelf - to begin the arduous migration south.
To understand the logic behind such a perilous undertaking one has to accept that they are driven by a cocktail of emotions that have evolved over the centuries and not just as a result of a night on the sauce.
At the present time Kris and his family are resting up in relative safety just off the Northwest coast near Royal Birkdale. They hope to take in a bit of golf before the priest conducts the blessing for the long journey south.
It will also give Kris time to hand in his latest copy to the Editor of the Courier, Cray Fishstock. Regular readers of Kris's column will be relieved to note that despite all the adversity, his articles are still a must read.
I particularly liked this weeks 'Nippers Notes' joke page which included the one about the young octopus that was a bit poorly. His mum wanted to get him to the underwater infirmary and were waiting for the turtle bus when a rather large shark swam by. The shark stopped and asked if he could be of assistance, offering to take the poor little chap on his back to the hospital.
Mrs Octopus was relieved at the offer of help even from such an unlikely source and got the patient aboard and off the two of them went. Of course instead of going to the hospital the shark went round to his mates house and said
" Here's that sick squid I owe you "
I guess one has to be a Brit to get the joke if there is one but it perhaps demonstrates the true grit of these formidable creatures.