Approaching Gibralter
The light was softening toward dusk when ferocious splashing overcomes the quiet. Feeding time. Black bodies break the surface, arcing, racing one after another.  Silence. Swirling emergence, a fish arches from the water. An open, whiskered mouth follows. Gulls begin to circle. Waiting. The whiskered mouth re-emerges and shakes its head with a salmon chew toy.   Gulls and a single wombat squeal with glee. The whiskered mouth returns to the surface as the tail of a salmon slides down its gullet.