A Tale of Three Otters

The lake ice was just barely holding on after a night of below freezing temperatures when I noticed my daughter, still in her PJs, transfixed on something out the back sliding door. I followed her gaze, and there they were– three slick brown creatures, slipping and sliding, jumping in and out of the water, scampering across the ice that would hold their weight. We see beavers regularly out on the lake, but these weren’t beavers. Every once in awhile someone sees something and says, “hey, I thin...