Monday last week I took my sister and my dog to a beach near here for our statutory exercise. As we arrived, a little before 8 AM, I met a woman who had been bitten by a shark a few minutes before. She wasn’t badly hurt — she had a laceration at the base of her right big toe about 3 or 4 centimetres long, bleeding sluggishly, and another wound on the underside of her foot that I didn’t see — but she had had a terrifying fright and was very upset. I have to say that to her credit she gives a new meaning to the saying “she wouldn’t shout if a shark bit her”.
People who had seen the shark told me that it was a “three-metre bronze whaler”, indicating what you might call a “ten-foot copper shark”, but I saw only one fin, and don’t have a merit badge in shark identification.
About three quarters of an hour later, as we were leaving the beach, I saw the life guard putting up a UAV. I gave him my e-mail address, and asked him to send me a link to the video if he got any good footage of a shark. I have attached the result, in case it might enliven a few minutes of your coronaviridal isolation. In his e-mail, the lifeguard told me that this is a grey nurse (which is not a kind of nurse shark), but I’m doubtful. My lawn service bloke tells me that this shark is too pointy at the front for a grey nurse, and that he thinks its a bronze whaler.