Saturday’s sunrise found me watching an otter sleeping on a local dock.
Otters are short-sighted and I maintained a discreet distance, but an inadvertent noise woke it.
It did not seem to spot me and so set about sniffing to see if any other otters had claimed this territory.
The otter then claimed the dock as its own by marking it with scent.
Satisfied that others would now recognize this territory as occupied, it walked to the edge of the dock. Normally, such a side view shows a flat, not bulging, abdomen. This otter is pregnant; it is the season.
Once in the Lake, it headed off, presumably to catch breakfast.
I just love otters, always have. They are truly up there among the most endearing creatures. Thanks for these Alistair.