After chowing down, it was time for the nights entertainment show, courtesy of Mr Otter & Fat B*stard Bird...... this little bird, the size of a golf ball and just as round, was hopping about the driftwood and flying about. Landed on my head a few times and my arm then flew off down the beach a ways. I was sitting perfectly still, just taking in the view and sounds, when a small otter rambled up the beach right towards me. Almost climbed onto my leg but suddenly realized I was not a log, but a hooman. He retreated a ways and then went around behind me, back down and on his way down the beach. About the size of a small house cat. stayed on the beach awhile until the sun dropped and it got cold real fast. I packed up, and headed back to the truck thru the darkening forest. gear shot. fin.