She was rock turning at 6 am searching for crab, rock eels pretty much anything edible. If the mood strikes her barnacles and mussels can be part of breakfast menu. She has two tiny cubs which were tucked away in a safe place they joined her a bit later. Lots of fur-baby photos to post soon. I have been away for the better part of two months searching for wildlife on the northern tip of Vancouver Island. Lucky for me the island is one health region as British Columbia is still under COVID travel restrictions till mid June.
Day one the light was harsh so we went back, found them again and did a reshoot, I am so much happier with todays photos. Overall a fantasic experience.
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.
