Before our marvelous trip to OZ, PGS and Haggs suggested place enroute to our week in Port Macquarie to look for octopuses. We flew standby so padded a few extra days on the front end of the trip with hopes of seeing Sydney and stopping along the lake area before going to the timeshare. I even hauled along a pop up dressing room so we could stop and change but every "just in case" precaution we had taken turned out to be necessary. My daughter-in-law flew on the scheduled flight (we had agreed we would take the seats as they became available in any numbers and her father is a pilot (hence our ability to go) so her seating was ranked above ours and we could not swap. She spent two days in Sydney while we saw more than we wanted of Los Angeles. I had not expected to see an octopus until our second week when we would visit Haggs.
As soon as we arrived for a day at the beach we saw a young couple and their child poking a palm branch at something in a waist deep tidal pool and I'll be darned if the object of their stick poking wasn't an octopus. Neal climbed down into the hole (thus eliminating the stick) and attempted to calm the octopus (as if something his size could calm the poor thing). It did seem to calm down and made its way to a more secure spot with out interference.
Just as it disappeared, my son started calling from where he was looking for a place to fish. It seems he simply walked by another tidal pool and an octopus ("its a BIG one Mom") started waving its arms at him I hurried to the indicated are, expecting it to be gone but the Gloomy was trapped in a small shallow pool. We tried offering it both a dead crab (the live ones were too fast for us ) and a piece of my son's bait. She may have eaten a small amount of the fish head but wanted nothing to do with the crab.
She let me pet her for awhile (excuse the sand section, it is hard to view a camera in sunlight while you are trying to gently pet an octopus )
As soon as we arrived for a day at the beach we saw a young couple and their child poking a palm branch at something in a waist deep tidal pool and I'll be darned if the object of their stick poking wasn't an octopus. Neal climbed down into the hole (thus eliminating the stick) and attempted to calm the octopus (as if something his size could calm the poor thing). It did seem to calm down and made its way to a more secure spot with out interference.
Just as it disappeared, my son started calling from where he was looking for a place to fish. It seems he simply walked by another tidal pool and an octopus ("its a BIG one Mom") started waving its arms at him I hurried to the indicated are, expecting it to be gone but the Gloomy was trapped in a small shallow pool. We tried offering it both a dead crab (the live ones were too fast for us ) and a piece of my son's bait. She may have eaten a small amount of the fish head but wanted nothing to do with the crab.
She let me pet her for awhile (excuse the sand section, it is hard to view a camera in sunlight while you are trying to gently pet an octopus )