They say you shouldn’t make eye contact with strangers in the big city, and don’t stare at people – it’s rude.
So there is a certain frisson when North America’s second largest predator lifts its head from a leisurely breakfast of fresh sedge grass, along the banks of a tidal islet in the Nekite River estuary, and calmly looks you straight in the eye. Suddenly you are no longer the big kid on the block, as that appraising gaze looks you up and down and finds you of no great significance to its owner’s plans for the day.