I Love Otters

Hello there, I'd just like to take a minute to talk about otters in the UK. Wonderful, noble creatures. They have also got another side to them. I was out shooting in the fields last night and I came back. I noticed one of my security lights was on and something was running away through the wood. This is what I find. I find the odd scale and a little bit of dried blood. And then a few more scales. Oh dear. Flick the lamp onto the pond just to check. And what's that. There's a nice big koi there. Probably is about 14 to 16 inches, huge lump torn out of it, left in the water, mauled to death. That's pretty bad, it's ruined me night. I find it strange that there's scales leading out of the pond and yet there's a fish in the pond, torn to bits. I come around the side of the pond, catch something glinting in the moonlight and this is what I find. Great big carp, ghost carp, with only its tail eaten off. Whatever the exact opposite of joy is, that's what I feel. Nothing against animals eating. Animals eat other animals. If they take a fish, fair enough, they eat it. But that is taking the piss, well and truly. Fish is full of eggs. Fair enough if it ate it, but it hasn't even tried to eat it. It's grabbed it by the head, dragged it out the pond, and eaten its tail. That's typical of what otters do. There is a bright side. I do have cats that eat fish. Not this fish though. It'll take it about a year to eat that. Oh well, one for the compost heap. Isn't nature wonderful?