Few people are lucky enough to enjoy an encounter with wild otters as they awake and start out for the day, or often in their case, tide. I took up position just after the tide had turned and had started to ebe, soon after they emerged, stretching and yawning as they slowly awoken, each sprainting then sniffing the air. I sat totally motionless, confident that to them I was no more than a part of the landscape I had blended myself into.
I followed them for over two hours as they foraged and hunted amongst the kelp Forrest's and rock pools till eventually they settled down for a good grooming session, which I new would lead to a snooze and when it did, I left them to do so.
