This is an extract from my dairy when I first moved to Shetland and set about learning about where the best sites were to follow Shetland otters and to understand the behaviour of Shetland otters. I was interested to see the differences compared to the west coast of Scotland but first I need to explore the coast.
From the dairy:
Over the last 3 days I have been out early morning to catch the low tide that was occurring around first light, getting to know and trying to photograph the local otters. I find otters such fascinating creatures and can spend hours just observing them. So far I have got to know two local patches but one in particular is very interesting as there are at least 2 different female otters with cub’s and even watched one of the female otters carry her cub in her mouth as she moved the cub from one area to another. This cub was only a few weeks old. I never managed to photograph it due to being on the wrong side of the bay because of the wind direction. But all these observations help me piece things together and by being careful and persistent opportunities come. Yesterday morning was very frustrating as quick as I found otters as quick as they disappeared. Mainly to a holt in a boulder field where the mum and cub spend their time during high tide. Thinking I had missed my opportunity for the day I walked back home along the exposed coast, more just for the scenery. But as I rounded the corner I thought I heard an otter calling and then just out from the point there was an otter fishing. Wind was not quite in the right direction but it was OK so I hung back and just followed the otter along the coast. Over the next 2 hours the otter moved along the coast catching fish mainly. I saw an opportunity as the otter reached a small bay where the shoreline was good for trying to capture an image. There was a good chance the otter may come ashore and you can often tell when this may happen by a change in their behaviour. I got myself in position in a gully and I was not disappointed as he came out onto the rock. He was no more than 5-6 m away but frustratingly mainly hidden behind another rock. I managed a couple of shots before he moved back into the water and carried on fishing.







