Country diary: The wild, riotous sounds of otters in battle | Cal Flyn
Isle of Lismore, Argyll: They skim over the surface like stones, making such a hullabaloo you could hear them a mile awayI hear them before I see them: a wailing, or something more like ululation. High-pitched, repeated vocalisations that are neither man nor cat, but somewhere in between. I throw open the cabin door, unsure what to look for, and for a moment see nothing new: only the rocky strand and the sweep of dark wrack high above the shoreline.The…
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