The split is no gradual affair – it is a proper schism and
once the young male is gone, he is effectively an enemy of what was his
family group, the two competing for territory and food. Being still
physically inferior to his mother, and yet to find his truly aggressive
nature, the young male will steer well clear of any interactions. So, here
at Nether Wallop Mill we now have daytime and night time otter cohorts.
As usual, the mother and two pups appear at night,
accompanied by the usual cacophony of eeks and splashing around. But by day
we have our juvenile male who, having worked out that our lake belongs to
his former family group by night, arrives by day. He now lives upstream of
The Mill whilst his former family downstream – never the twain shall meet.
He apparently has no fear of people, swimming whilst we fish, sitting on
the porch of the fishing cabin or even taking a lunchtime snack from fish
we’ve caught left cooling in the stream leading to a memorable tug of war
between Mark our instructor on one end of the net and the otter on the
other.
Last Sunday was fairly typical as he appeared soon after
nine, captured by Angus swimming around the edge of the lake on his morning
perambulation. How long this day/night accommodation will continue I
have no idea but once the mother casts her female pups asunder I can see a
few mighty bust ups between the young otters who were, not so long ago, a
playful, cohesive family group.
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