“She” could be a “he,” this harbor seal, and only she knows — stirring from the depths and shallows of Elliott Bay, gliding, reflected alongside us. She rounds the rock bend … she, the fusiform one, tapered and sleek … propelled through the tide by hind flippers.

Harbor Seal on Elliott Bay Seattle

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In a pinniped world where there’s no strong, visible distinction* between she and her male, I err on the side of feminist acknowledgement and call her “she.” She, Phoca vitulina, with vibrissae (whiskers) so sensitive they send signals of fish to her seal brain. And she, who can plunge 300 feet and stay for a quarter hour, contracting her blood vessels and quelling her pinniped heart.

I hesitate to point my lens, thinking she might submerge her moonbeam eyes and disappear into the deep. But she stays, looking back as we look at her, granting us a few moments, a privilege, as she pierces the divide between brine and breath.

Harbor Seal Swimming on Puget Sound Seattle

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With a final spin, the high waters pour over her pelage, a coat that can be pale, pewter, silver or coal and spotted — unique as a fingerprint. She twists her head to us just one more time before sinking, languid — engulfed by the bay — and at one with the sea.

Harbor Seal on Elliott Bay in Seattle

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* There’s little sexual dimorphism in harbor seals. Males tend to be slightly larger but it’s not a reliable measure since sizes can vary regionally, as well.