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I am convinced that they know exactly what we are doing and laugh for hours about it :)

Things looked grim before lunch. I rowed down toward the fish pier and hauled up some fishing gear that had gone astray and dumped it on the owners boat at Capt. Joes. Never saw a sign of any mascots.
Then after lunch it had warmed up and I decided it was a great time to go yachting before the winds came up. As I passed through the channel between Green rock and Ten Pound Island, just about off Wiley St., there they were, three of them, staring at me from about twenty feet.
I do not think they were my usual buddies because they did not come closer.
However they evidently sent an instant message to Mr Seal himself.
By the time I reached the nun at Mayflower, there he was, almost within pushing distance, right under the transom, He had a worried expression, wondering what on earth I was doing out in the bleak outer harbor. He was very careful to stick within feet of the transom all the way around and across to Cape Pond Ice, then dove as I entered Harbor Cove. Just as he dove, the predicted SW breeze started up and I was glad to be inside the ice plant.
He sends his best to all and wonders when Dun is going to have that boat in the water.

Yes, the fishermen hate them with a passion for good reason, but I am not fishing and enjoy their company.

Nah, I am ok communicating with seals, but not with TVs.

Since there are a lot more seals and a lot fewer fishermen than fifty years ago, I suppose the seals won. They attack all kinds of fixed fishing gear, from traps to gill nets. Often they lose as you saw in the photo above of the pup with twine wrapped around the neck. They also pollute the water and are blamed for worms in codfish flesh inshore for example.
If I were fishing for a living, I do not think I would be so friendly. Since I am not fishing, I enjoy them, but certainly would not feed them.