First impressions

As it was getting late, we decided that the cub would spend one more night with Peter.

That night I spent some time getting ready for the cubs arrival. I looked out an old wooden chest from the shed. I cut an opening in the front of the hinged box and filled it with towels. This would be the cubs bed.

Early the next day Peter arrived and we moved the cub to it's new temporary accomodation...my porch! During the Summer months, the porch is a photo gallery. With the gallery being closed for the winter, it would now make a temporary Otter room.

We lifted the large lobster keep cage and carried it into the porch area. With everything in place, Peter opened the rope door and the otter was out. The cub had a good look around, a good sniff and then made it's way to the old chest.

By this point, Peter had already been hand feeding the cub with the finest of supermarket fillet salmon and trout. It wasn't long before the little otter was sheepishly investigating and eating Tesco's finest from my hand.

I wonder how young it is? Is it a Boy or a Girl? What should it be eating? How often should it be eating?Where will get the food from? How often does it shit? The questions went on.

What should we call it? At this point Peter said...."Otto"!!! "It's name is Otto the Otter"!!!

There was no way that Otto could stay in the Porch for too long. We started the plans to build a run in the garden. Some kind of large enclosure. Somewhere cool for an Otter. As well as building a run, we would have to construct an insulated weatherproof and watertight sleeping holt for Otto to chill in. What about a regular food supply? ...got to act fast on this one.

October 2012