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ometimes you head out to a beautiful park or preserve and have a great time enjoying the views and exercise and open air. But despite all those inviting acres of open space, you hardly see any wildlife at all. What’s with that?
On the other hand, some places just seem to be wildlife magnets. And one of those would have to be Elkhorn Slough near Moss Landing on Monterey Bay. You’re almost guaranteed to see lots of shorebirds, water fowl, and marine mammals almost any time of year. So why don’t I go more often? I don’t know; maybe because it’s a just a little long for a day trip (just over two hours each way from Berkeley), but too near for a vacation? Poor excuses, and I won’t accept them going forward.
I finally managed to return to Elkhorn recently, after a four-year absence. As you know we’ve been enjoying sinfully beautiful weather for the past two months, and Sunday, Dec. 30 was no exception. We were on the water in our rented kayaks by noon, and paddled past the lying-room-only crowd of sea lions draped all over the rip-rap of the marina breakwater, then slipped under the Highway One bridge into the slough. The mouth of the slough is wide and on this warm, sunny, windless holiday weekend afternoon, it was full of folks in kayaks and canoes. But you only need to paddle a little further up into the estuary (against the ebb tide if necessary), and the waterway starts to narrows a little, the traffic thins out, and the human and car noises slip away, and the wildlife takes over. Great egrets and great blue herons were feeding in the huge eel grass beds, their feet barely sinking in the great green mats of these important habitat-creating plants. Numerous species of water fowl (scaup, bufflehead, western and eared grebes, common goldeneye, a few loons) swam in the deeper water of the slough, while scads of shorebirds (godwits, willets, dowitchers, whimbrels, sandpipers, avocets) fed busily along the muddy shallows and in the eel grass beds.
But the main attraction of Elkhorn Slough is the marine mammals, and in particular, the southern sea otters. For sure, harbor seals are cute and curious, and there were dozens of them hauled out on a mud bar on the north side of the slough. But I can see harbor seals in San Francisco Bay any day of the week. So it’s the sea otters that are the stars of the show in the slough.
As an editor of a more-or-less serious nature publication, I do my best to stay away from anthropormorphizing animals or swooning over them. But, damn it, there’s just no way to look at sea otters and not think they’re incredibly cute. There were individuals and small groups in the water as we paddled upstream into the slough, but about a mile and a half in, there was a large group of them, resting in an extensive eel grass bed lining the north side of the slough.
Now this is a nature refuge, a sanctuary, and the rules say you’re supposed stay far enough away from the marine mammals so as not to affect their behavior. But these are curious critters and well aware of their surroundings, and they know we’re here. And these otters in the slough seem pretty well adapted to human presence. So even if you maintain a respectful distance, that doesn’t stop them from approaching you. So the protocol, as I understand it, is to stop paddling and let the animal do its thing.
And that’s exactly what we did when we came upon an otter playing in the water, twirling around in a kind of corkscrew fashion. My girlfriend Diane was in the process of taking a video of this playful behavior when the otter started swimming toward my boat. I kept still and watched, thinking “Oh, how cool, how cute!” as it swam closer to my kayak… until Diane exclaimed something like “Oh my god, it’s climbing on to your boat!”, and in one smooth motion, it propelled itself out of the water on to the back deck of my kayak!
Video by Diane Poslosky
Oh great! Now what do I do!?!? I didn’t dare turn around to look at it, because I needed to stay balanced and brace the boat to keep it from tipping over. I mean, sea otters are built to swim in Elkhorn Slough but I’m not! Diane was laughing and shouting “Don’t move; don’t move,” though I’m still not sure if that was so I wouldn’t tip over, or so she could get a better picture of the scene. Of course, sea otters have very sharp teeth and powerful feet, so I was in no hurry to “rock the boat,” as it were. And the otter itself seemed to be in no hurry to get off. And to make it all stranger, even though the otter was within six inches of me, I couldn’t see it.


