We arrived at 6 am; the female was in the tidal zone foraging, occasional sounds from the cubs escaped the forest, but we could not see them. A few hours passed, the Mother returned to the tidal zone; not a sound came from the forest. We were wondering if she had instructed the cubs to stay hidden; they must have been sleeping. We knew the second the crying started, they were awake and wanting their Mom. Mom ignored the cries and continued foraging, knowing the cubs would eventually join her. The largest, more adventurous cub came insight then worked his way over to Mom. He appeared to be stuck; I thought his feet were caught between rocks and wondered what the heck was wrong with Mom. Why didn't she show any concern? He wasn't stuck at all. He was trying to turn a big rock, one of the cutest things I have witnessed. It melted our hearts.
It looked at us paused for a few seconds then carrying on the long journey across the tidal zone to join Mom.
The cub came from the forest calling Mom. She looked in its direction but never stop foraging for food.
