life's a beach, and then you mate

At first we were told that they had done the manatee equivalent of running aground—five or six of them of various sizes. Upon closer inspection it seemed that this was entirely by design. The biggest one twirled and rolled in the surf, occasionally wrapping a fin around a companion or vigorously slapping its tail against the water surface. This went on for about an hour. After ten minutes or so, I had to get a beer.