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.
At 8 to 10 weeks the young otters start exploring outside their den and are introduced to solid food. That one’s not too old to forget that mama has yummy milk though.
River otters are active day and night; around humans they tend to be more nocturnal. Otters spend their time feeding and at what appears to be group play.
They also dry their fur, groom themselves, and mark their territory by vigorously scratching, rubbing, and rolling on the ground. River otters are active year round, and, except for females with young in a den, are constantly on the move.
They tend to follow a regular circuit that is covered in one to four weeks. Males can travel 150 miles within a particular watershed and its tributaries in a year. A family may range 10 to 25 miles in a season.
As they frolicked up the river, past a great blue heron, they left our sight. At one point we started hearing a high-pitched bark or, it was more of a chirp. I thought it was an osprey but there was nothing in the sky. The sound seemed to come from different places, first one side of the river and then the other. We couldn’t see the otters anymore. The heron didn’t fly away immediately when the chirping started but eventually did. We’re sure it was an alarm sound from one of them but not sure which one was in trouble or how.
I feel like I live in the Garden of Eden…only I’m not naked.
I’ve been hearing popping or cracking noises from across the river all day. There are willows and blackberries that hang out over the water and it’s dark under there. But I finally saw that it is my friend Otto the River Otter. I can’t see what he’s eating.
Sorry! This hasn’t gotten old for me yet.
I kept watching after the adult disappeared and finally saw 3 kits cautiously hugging the water’s edge with mom close by. They ducked into this area where the shrubs form a protective roof. They played there until the tide raised the water and the sky got dark enough that I couldn’t see them anymore. I wonder who their predators are?
This King Fisher was really hitting the water hard as he fished the Alsea River.
I was determined to get a shot but I can’t tell if he’s even right-side-up in this photo. 🙂
Time for a walk today – past the fields of Foxglove.
They’ve got populate and replenish the earth…or the air.
Now THAT’s what I’m talking about! Aren’t those beautiful bugs! I guess these would snap-crackle-and-pop in an Otter’s teeth.
Don’s trap works great!
I know I’ve seen these little sculpins in the otters mouth.
I don’t know how many times Don has pointed out Stinging Nettle to me. I’ve never had poison oak or poison ivy, let alone stinging nettle…until yesterday.
NOW I will not forget what it looks like.
Okay, so I’m not in the Garden of Eden. Ouch!
But just a little place on my finger. Don, on the other hand, rolled in it. That’s another story…for another day. It will be funny….eventually.