Moonlight on Clabbach Bay

It's 2am and Otto and I are just back from Clabbach bay! Amazing!
Just after midnight I went out to see if Otto was about. He was in his enclosure looking a bit peckish after another day of Otter freedom. I gave him a reasonable sized Wrasse for his supper and waited for him to eat it.
It was a full moon and everything was cast in it's light, so no need for my torch.
Such a beautiful night after such a wet and windy day...the calm after the storm. I decided to see if Otto would follow me for a walk to the bay...he did!
He stayed by my side all the way there, saying hello to a nosey cow on the way. The bay was magical this evening and it's contours had dramatically changed, as they do after a storm. The phrase 'shifting sands' comes to mind.
It was obvious that Otto had never been here before as he skulked around, ever vigilant, closer to the ground than normal. The tide was out quite far and Otto and I headed for the sea. As soon as we got to the waters edge, Otto started making high pitched chirping sounds and turned around, heading back the way he came. I think he was a bit frightened so we hung about for a while further up the bay. I knelt on the sand and Otto stayed close just kind of listening to his surroundings and watching everything in the pale moonlight.
After about an hour we headed back up the hill towards more familiar territory. As soon as we got back, Otto jumped straight into the burn and had a play around. He seems so much more agile now than he was a few days ago. The water in the burn is very high after all the rain, which gives Otto more depth to submarine and dart around in. I felt we had a good bonding session tonight and I could have stayed out with him all night. What a night...absolutely brilliant! Off to bed now for some Zed time. A memory I shall hold forever.

Gone Again

Went out this morning and Otto was gone again. Some rocks round the base of the raised doorway had been shoved aside and he had started digging a hole. A hole had also been dug on the outside of the door. What I reckon has happened is... he has been trying to dig out, failed, so scaled the fence using his holt roof to stand on. Once out he wanted back in, so started digging at the doorway on the outside before giving up. Looks like the call of the wild is now very strong in Otto.
From now on I will leave his door open and let him come and go as he pleases. No point in trying to keep him in anymore...that would just frustrate him.
I will continue to leave fish out for him and keep a close lookout for when he comes back.
This is what it was all about..rearing a baby otter back to the wild. He may not be completely there yet but he is certainly on his way.

'mon the Otto!!!