There will be no flash fic from me this week. I waited for something to hit me regarding the photo of two girls kissing, but nothing did, so I skipped it. Maybe next week.
Midmorning one day last week, I looked up from work and saw a slinky dark form slither out of the large metal drainpipe on the other side of the canal. I recognized it immediately as an otter and raced to fetch the camera.
It turned out there were two, and one appeared to be pregnant. They went into the concrete drain under the sidewalk on my side of the canal about a hundred feet north of my condo. A very large silver fish floated on its side just outside the opening, surrounded by dozens of newborn babies that darted here and there, tiny streaks of light in water that had been churned to mud. As I waited, camera ready, an otter stuck its head up, looking straight at me.
After a few frozen moments on both our parts, he vanished under the sidewalk, but I waited patiently. What goes in eventually comes out.
They darted back into the drain under the sidewalk, taking the dead silver fish with it. After a few moments, only the male appeared. He went no farther than the other side of the canal, and as you can see, he knew I was there.
He instantly took it to his mate, who had stayed in the drain under the sidewalk with the other fish.
This was when I left. I didn’t want my presence to stress them anymore than it already had. I decided to return in late afternoon.
Around five, I strolled down that way with the camera. The once-muddy water was now clear, and there was no sign of them. I haven’t seen them since, but I think they’re still around. The food in the canal is plentiful, and if the one otter was indeed pregnant, they will need it for the pups when they’re born.
My fingers are crossed I see the family again soon.