Ever since tales of Tarka the Otter and Ring of Brightwater, I have always wanted to see an otter in the wild.
Now I’ve seen these wonderful creatures in zoos and conservation centres – most notably in Tamar, Cornwall where they featured in a post last year entitled ‘Tamar Otter Gallery’ – but this just isn’t the same as seeing them in the wild. On Skye, Mull and by Applecross I went in search of these elusive animals and no confirmed sighting could be claimed.
So off to take the Hound for a walk on Sunday morning I did the usual peer over the bridge to see if the resident kingfisher was at his post. No sign of the turquoise jewelled fancy but I still went along a few more yards to look down into the main stream. My jaw dropped. Below me in the shallow water and reeds frolicked not one, but two otters. I was enchanted and just stood watching them awhile.
Needless to say as soon as I reached for the lens cap, I was spotted and with a couple of shrill warning cries the games finished and the otters swam to the safety of the holt. Returning to the scene a little later I was able to fire off a few shots, albeit I only had my 100mm with me. Needless to say the image below was heavily cropped, but here is the proof of my major excitement and a reduction in my bucket list by one!
The beauty of nature – you can even see his pink paws just below the surface of the water.
I hope to be able to get a few more images to put up here. Next time I might even have my zoom and extender with me. 😃