"But I don't want to be saved!"

I'll bet you thought this post was going to be churchy.  Well, in a way it is, at least it started out as "church", or God-time or whatever, but ended up in a dash for salvation.
 
You see, Sabbath was a totally gorgeous day.  So late afternoon we toddled off to the beach for some outdoor God-time and to check out what was washing up as the day's special.  We found a heck of a lot of tangled fisherman's line and an ocean's worth of various types of seaweed, then decided we just HAD to find a fishing hook.  We sifted carefully through piles of seawaste, found a (dead) crayfish and (live) crab and a few jellyfish parts - and one hook!
 
On the way back down the beach, we found a smallish puffer-fish, around 10cm or so, washed up in the seaweed.  Dead.  A little further, another!  And then a live one!  We carefully scooped him up and chucked him back in the sea.  10 dead ones, then another barely-alive one who got the same flight and splash treatment.  Finally a VERY live one, puffing and blowing away.  Chucked him back.  On the way back we passed him again - washed up once more!  Perhaps he liked flying, cos after we chucked him in, my son went back and found him washed up AGAIN!
 
By now the sun was going down, and it was time to head home.  We don't know if he washed up a fourth time, but it seems he was trying to kill himself....
 
I don't think I've ever seen so many little puffers washed up, or even just swimming around, in that part of the beach before.  We found one at the rockpool once, but this was a literal plague of them.  Maybe it had something to do with the high tide that washed out so much seaweed and coral bits and jellyfish parts.  Or perhaps something toxic came down the stream or overflow pipes into the sea and made these little fishies want out.
 
I guess I could draw all sorts of deep, thoughtful lessons from this.  But I'm not going to.  I'll leave that up to you, if you will.  It was just one of those strange natural mysteries we ran into this weekend.