March 15, 2021

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In the quiet darkness before dawn this morning an otter sits on the ice savoring a fish that was sticking out of its mouth like a long Cuban cigar. One of the eagles’ flies to the south getting the otter’s attention, the other drops out of the darkness, talons out, coming in low and slow, in silent mode without once flapping a wing, and makes a failed attempt at the steal. Otter and fish slipped into the water and disappeared with just a few feet to spare. The probable origin, I thought, of the saying “Close, but no cigar”.