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Out on the Limb

The Otter

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Story Time

Justin's comment about the snake and slug (see previous post) reminded me of one of my otter sightings.
From our home, it takes 15 minutes to walk to one of the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie rivers. In the quiet of the morning it is not uncommon to see river otters at play. One early morning, I was walking on a wide log which extended out into the water. Looking down, I saw the rump and webbed feet of a small otter. The front half of his body was hidden under the adjacent log.

I stood there for a long time, neither of us daring to move except that the otter had to maintain a gentle rhythm with his legs to prevent the river from pushing him downstream.

I was highly amused because it appeared to me that this otter thought he was hidden, like a little kid that doesn't know to hide his torso when playing hide-and-seek. He can't see me...therefore I can't see him. Finally, I tried to kneel down for a closer view.

Whoosh; gone like magic. I could not even tell which direction he had made his exit.

I treasure my animal sightings. What about you?
posted by Deb, 6:41 PM


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