I've just had a think and I've been lucky enough to have had loads of wild encounters.
Doing a lot of growing up in the Hebrides meant a lot of going off on our own as kids, taking bikes and a picnic. One time I was cycling past a little wooded copse and stopped to look at something that caught my eye - two baby deer curled up next to each other, their mothers standing a few feet away.
Swimming in a bay with my cousin when a porpoise came over to investigate. We jumped out in a panic!
Following a minke whale when out sailing one afternoon.
Sitting on the cliff tops of Staffa, surrounded by puffins and using up my entire roll of film taking photos of them. They were so entertaining!
Sitting in quiet rocky bays, watching the otters fish.
Watching the seals from the rocks, if you "bark" and clap your hands they bob up to investigate. Cheeky things!
Seeing a golden eagle land on a telephone pole just metres from our car. Amazing.
Walking up sand dunes something white emerged from a rabbit burrow - a polecat! We crouched down and watched and my dad empties a packet of Worcestershire sauce crisps next to the burrow and it ate some! Nobody ever believes that story but dad has photos.
I saw a snail changing shells on the dunes - emerged from one shell and took on a new one - I didn't know they did that?!
Watching salmon leaping in a sea loch at dusk. My brother and cousin tried fishing for them and ended up just trying to catch them in nets! They stayed in the water until it was too dark to see properly, didn't catch a thing!
Laughing so hard I was nearly sick when my dad had his toe grabbed by a huge crab - it was just like a cartoon! He was yelping and waving his foot about with this huge creature attached and nobody could help him for laughing!
We had a holiday cottage one year right on the beach. The wild goats with huge curly horns used to come down off the cliffs on an evening to the shore and we could sit at the big picture windows and watch them.