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.