Ricky (a sooper nice guy whose house would be behind you about 200' from that pic) is a vegetarian Hindu.
I could go down the canal on his property and nail a hundred pounds of iguanas with my crossbow... but that's not how Ricky rolls, and I respect that.
They've gotta come through the woods or down the road to get to Chateau Sneakydicker, so they... don't. Except for that one that got a .22 in the noggin for stomping across my lawn.
The otters are kewl. And pretty big. About 4 feet. When we first saw them, the scenario went thisaway:
My grandling Jadey and Himself were sitting at the edge of the canal when she said, "Grampa, what's that?"
About 50 feet away, I glanced and saw what I thought was a cat. Yeah. And the "cat" suddenly slid into the water. Another beastie followed from the woods, and it was clearly an otter.
Ten seconds later, the first otter came out of the canal and sat down on the grassy edge and began to eat a fish like a sandwich. A minute later, the two of them were side-by-side having lunch with Jadey and Gramps.
They are cute as can be:
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And I am getting old and cannot remember where I posted the pic of the foxie that came trotting across my back yard. Was it here? Well here it is anyway:
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I have never gotten a pic of Absolute Unit. <-- that is the ultra-tubby racketycoon that lives here. He is so fat, he looks like a hedgehog -- his legs are way too small.
This ain't him. Absolute Unit is fatter:
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