And not just any old otter, his name is Monsieur Loutre. Quite grand really. And he wears a tie.
Now, I have never had otters at Cottontails before, so this is unknown territory, but I decided to take him home with me last night and make him feel at home with some water and fish... Even well-to-do French otters otters love water and fish, right?
Bonjour M. Loutre!
By the pond...
M. Loutre looks for fish
M. Loutre is hungry (fish from Les Pachats range)...
Happily I have a little something in the store cupboard for him
And off he goes with his fish supper
Behind the scenes note:
So I arrived home last night with M. Loutre and poked his head around the door into the sitting room (where Mike was watching football). I heard a loud sigh and knew he had been spotted.
I introduced them properly and said I would be taking M.Loutre out to the pond for some photographs.
Mike said it would be better to take him to a stream "because otters like running water". At which point I had to tell him that M. Loutre wasn't actually a real otter. I felt bad but he needed to know.