jazz n animals

Port Bailey is a good place to blog. It used to be a salmon cannery, but now is owned/lived at by an awesome couple. We store boats/fishing gear here, and hang out. You can only get here by boat or plane, and it feels kind of like summer camp. I wander around boardwalks, exploring old buildings and sometimes getting work done. There is internet here, which seems crazy because it is smack dab in Alaskan wilderness. It's a good combo right now though.

Yesterday a sea otter washed up on the beach. He was just laying there for hours, wheezing, and barely moving. We went up to him and saw that his face was white, and he was pretty big so I think he was an elder otter. After a couple hours he moved less and less, and we realized he was about to die. He was about the size of a medium dog, and had big white canine teeth . Otters are very doglike, I think.

Then a little fox came up to the otter. The fox was about half the size of the otter, small and scrawny. He realized that the otter was weak, and started biting at the otter's legs and face. Poor old otter could barely lift his head, let alone fight back. If my dad hadn't have scared the fox away, it would have eaten the otter alive. Maybe it's wrong to stop nature's course or whatever, but I just wanted the poor otter to die in peace and THEN get eaten, you know? So he died a couple hours later, and I went up and touched the fur...it was SOOO SOFT. RIP, otter buddy.

That's my otter story. Skeeters are bloodthirsty tonight...over and out.