The weather cleared up in afternoon today so I headed out to check on one of my furry friends. From where I park I can view her holt, not far from the waters edge. I'm nearly certain she has cubs in there, perhaps yet to see the light of day.
I watched her make three trips up over the bank and onto the old dead grass, each time hurriedly returning and disappearing into the holt with a mouth full of soft and dry dead grass for beading. After the third time when she re-appears she slips away behind and between boulders on the beach and slips away into the water, keeping a very low profile as she heads out to feed.
I watch her through my scope feeding further along the shore for another fifteen minutes before heading off.
