I think I've already lost my mountain man cred this morning.
My wife spotted an otter(first we've ever seen here) bolting across the hay meadow towards the big pond this morning. I'm sure I was quite the sight running across the pasture in my PJ's and house shoes, trying to cut him off with a shotgun we leave by the front door.
We've got the beavers handled around here, but I guess a new adventure starts today.
