A story my father told me - βonce I was out wild camping by a river and had caught a few trout on bread & line. Iβd was cooking the fish on a fire and an otter came out of the river and stood up looking right at me smelling the air. I took the signal as if it was wanting to try cooked trout so i gently tossed a whole fish back half way between the otter and I.
It sat there and ate the lot leaving just a perfectly clean skeleton of a trout, a beautiful thing to see. The next day around lunch time the same otter dragged a trout not far off its own body weight right up to my feet, sat their for a moment cleaning itself and then waved itself back towards the river before diving right in never to be seen again.β True story that π¦¦π #pleb #nostr #plebchain #otters nostr:note1rsm8kkdt9h3zr4pe53gkwxumsxlnk0kyfm3xp28uxwc0dnzn9yjs4qaa79