Otters seem to have a fluid motion even when they are on land. These photos were taken in Tidewater just below Blackberry Campground east of Waldport, Oregon. (Sorry if I caught an intimate moment. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.)
Watch the video of them taking a dirt bath. When the 3rd otter comes onto land you can see a little newt scurrying out of the way.
The day started off slow enough for wildlife viewing. We saw our first turtle ever in Oregon.
A little later in the day, as we were sitting on the deck and planning the next step of our jetty project, we saw a bear cross the Alsea to the opposite side of the river.
He walked into the trees so we watched to see if he’d come out in the field and run down the route we’d seen him on previously. But then we saw him down by the river and making his way on the river bank. So we watched and videoed (is that a word? spellchecker didn’t like it spelled videod)
He swam right past us! It’s like living on a wildlife thorofare!
These photos were taken just a few miles west of Blackberry Campground.
OSU’s Benny the Beaver greets new and old friends as students get ready for the new school year. But did you know that Benny has a brother on the Oregon Coast? Yup, just down Highway 34!
Benny Beaver’s brother, Billy, lives near (you guessed it) Blackberry Campground; near milepost 18 on the Alsea River.
Beavers don’t make much noise so you have to be watching for them. Early morning or late evening hours are the best time to see them. We’d seen signs they were in the area for a few days: bark-stripped sticks floating down the river. We could also see waves in the water coming from something bigger than a fish on the other side of the river. Then we saw him lazily swimming upriver yesterday and today.
Out of the corner of my eye I see something black, under the apple trees next door, as I walk from the driveway toward the road.
As I walk around the truck, the “something black” starts to run and there is a big something black and a little something black.
(fumble with camera with a feeling of futility)
Of course I am stopped in my tracks thinking that now is not the time for a walk after all.
After they bound across the road, over the barbed wire fence and up the hill, I go back inside (maybe 3 minutes after I’d left) and tell Don what a great walk he missed.
Don proceeded to convince his wildlife-enamored wife (me) that I scared the bears away so I would be fine to go ahead for my walk now. (alzhiemer’s maybe?)
So, I get to the road and see the first cub head up the big fir tree behind the fence (right) and hear the apple tree rustling (left).
(Now I know, the pictures Don wants to get are of me being mauled by a mama bear.)
At first I wasn’t sure if this was the black bear family we saw across the Alsea River 4 days ago.
Now that I see the 2nd twin cub I’m sure it is. Mom is small; maybe less than 200 lbs. (She still out-weighs, out-teeths and out-claws me.)
She’s watching me close while her 2nd baby heads up the fir tree.
They’ll be back to make a dent in the neighbor’s apples.
And I’ve got the game camera pointing up our apple tree in case they come to ours. I’m glad I pick a few apples off the tree today. They really aren’t all the way ripe yet. So maybe the bears will finish off the neighbor’s while ours ripen a little more?
These photos were taken near Blackberry Campground on the Alsea River.