June 13, 2003

Today, I have a little bedtime story for my readers.

A few years ago, I spent a couple of weeks at the beach house of a relative in Olympia, Washington State. The house had a breathtaking view of the ocean, the coast line, and a snow-covered Mount Rainier. One morning, as I sat on the deck, taking in the view, I noticed an otter foraging for food in the rocky shallows nearby. I grabbed my camera, and raced down the steep stairs to the beach.

Without giving me so much of a side glance, the otter swam around no more than 30 feet from me. He seemed so focused on catching a meal, that he completely ignored me.

Casually snapping away, I watched him for a while, but things started to get a whole lot more interesting, when he finally caught a fish and dragged his catch onto a raft nearby.

See the little picture story that ensued...