According to Radio 4 this morning, what was recently a shortage of otters has become a surplus. Some of the rivers in Wales and the West Country are at Saturation Point apparently - there's no more room on the riverbanks. And I say, Hooray!
Otters are lovely. In a cruel twist of fate the only county in England not to have an otter population is Kent, but that must mean that Suffolk and Norfolk have lots. So when I eventually go to live up there I will be able to make friends with otters and watch their babies play in the early morning mist.
There is, in fact, an otter sanctuary in Bungay, Suffolk, that I forced Herself to let me visit a few years ago. She sat in the car reading the paper while I went round the sanctuary, talking to all the otters and finding out the otter news. I had nearly got round them all when I became aware of a strange sound - it was Herself banging her forehead on the car horn, trying to get my attention. It worked. She will not be allowed to watch the babies playing in the mist.
So, the otters are back and swimming in a river near you. What are otter babies called, do you think? Otlets?
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ottlemes (as opposed to omlettes).
ReplyDeletesea otters are also cool. aren't they nocturnal though?
we'll have to build you a hide.
Bungay?
ReplyDeleteDo you think that somewhere there is an otter blogging about humans, and planning to move so they can watch them play with their babies? Whether the mist or not? Just a thought.
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