Back to the delightful morning in the beach at Ft Worden, WA. As I’d mentioned, except for a few minutes when I arrived, I had the whole stretch of beach to myself. I found a large log that had washed up at the top of the beach and sat enjoying the peaceful solitude.
But then I realized I wasn’t quite as alone as I thought I was. Someone was enjoying a brunch on the beach about 40 feet away from me.
And that someone was a river otter!
I have been fascinated with otters since childhood and was thrilled to have one so close. I snapped a few photos of him as he munched on his mussel (and growled at the sea gull who kept edging ever closer). I watched for a while, until my attention was caught by a gorgeous sail boat going by. When I looked back at the water line, the otter was gone.
My disappointment was very short lived tho. Because when I looked closer… MUCH closer… there was Mr. Otter only a few feet from me!!
When our eyes met, he gave a cute wiggle and started rubbing himself in the sand.
And he came a little closer. Before long he had wiggled himself within 6 feet of me! I decided to risk moving to pick up the camera. Mr. Otter flipped on his back and started scratching his chin.
Since moving didn’t bother him, I started talking to him. That brought on a whole new round of wiggling and sanding.
His fur was so thick and plush. I would have loved to have felt it. But you know, it never left my mind that as flirtatious Mr. Otter was, he was still a wild animal and a great big cousin of the weasel. I had my escape route mapped if needed…
After a bit he settled into the sand with a content sigh and drifted off to sleep. When I got up to leave, he opened his eyes for a moment as if to say, “Good bye. Nice meeting you.”
It was nice meeting you too, Mr. Otter!