This slippery wee fellow was drifting, relaxed and unconcerned, under the bridge at Riverton at the same time I was passing overhead. I had my camera and he didn't see me till I had his image. He or she, I've no idea how to tell one way or the other, was fully engaged in a bout of flipper grooming and it was only when I spoke, "That's wonderful!" that he/she looked up, saw there was an audience, and languidly sounded.
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