The Grey Seals around Orkney are a classic combination of curious and wary.
They are alternately fascinated by me and worried by me.
I do everything I can to put their minds at ease.
There’s a relatively young Grey Seal here on the bay where they haul-out to rest and digest.
There’s also what looks like a female. This was taken a coupe of months before they normally give birth on isolated coves around the coast. It really is enormous.
But I can’t really say that I’ve ever seen a male Grey Seal.
There’s a furious domestic dispute going on. Claws are drawn, teeth are bared and bulk is hefted around the beach.
Claws seems to be their primary initial weapon.
Then I see it. A Grey Seal like no other. Massive, dark and with a distorted face. It’s a bull Grey Seal:
Nose to nose with a female, their heads are such a different size and shape.
Both are very different from this youngster.
It’s time for me to creep down the slope again and leave them in peace.