Lone Otter

You could hear this otter zipping along under the ice. He would then poke a hole in the ice and stare at me. I don't think he recognized me as human. I was on the bank of the Snake River in some willows, behind a tripod and bundled up like a freakin' polar bear. The otter did this several times, with each breach of the ice being closer and closer to my position. He and his 3 friends all popped out the last time and gave me quite a show...and about 150 photographs.