Night noises can sometimes be quite unsettling. A high-pitched wailing sounded eerie and threatening: the Cape clawless otters had arrived in dynamic form. Their squealing sounded full of quest. We’re guessing that they are the young adults from the family group which range this section of the coast. What a rumpus as they called through the night, but it bodes well to know that they are back as the vegetation sheltering their holt was partially destroyed in the recent fire.
We had a lucky to sighting in the morning as they made they way back to the water.
More otter accounts can be found here.