My quest for sighting otters on the river was getting obsessive, patrolling the banks of the river at 5 am in the early morning light and again as the evening drew in and light began to fade. No success again. As I went to bed last night I set the alarm for 4am, surely there was a chance of seeing these elusive creatures then.
And I was rewarded for stirring from my warm comfortable bed. As I walked up river just above the lock I could see the water was agitated and I stood still, on the opposite bank there was some activity, could it be…. yes it was, an otter just slipping into the water.
I tried to move in closer, and as it surfaced, it saw or heard me and dived back in again, then I noticed another movement and there was one more, no, two more, and off they went up river together. Moving on I got to a spot where I could get closer to the edge and watched as they swam together, diving and playing, then they came to the edge too, and I could see them more clearly. OOhhh I was so excited, snapping my camera, hoping there would be something to show, to prove my tale.
Now if I show you, promise you won’t laugh…. I don’t think I’m going to make wildlife photographer of the year, (camera must be rubbish!)… It was early, the light was not good, they were on the move, excuses, excuses….
Oh alright then, here goes……
swimming towards me, an otter, my first sighting of otters in the wild. Hooray!
Coming out onto the bank, I kept very still, but they knew I was there.
Right out on the bank, I had guessed this might be an otter playground, but my presence sent them back into the water.
Can you see all three, two of them are humps in the water, oohh I was thrilled by my early outing.
I followed them up above the town bridge, till the path was away from the river edge. What a brilliant start to the day.