By Tony Hicks
Friday, February 20th, 2009 at 10:56 am in Uncategorized.
So I was taking what they call a “furlough” day yesterday for the second time this week. I don’t know why they don’t just call it a “we’re not going to pay you, so get the hell out of our sight” day, which is what it really amounts to.
Anyway, I made good use of the time by taking my daughter to Heather Farm Park for a bike ride.
We stopped by the natural lake and talked a bit. I told her that, from what my good friend Gary Bogue tells me, river otters and beavers occasionally find their way down to the lake from the Delta.
I was blithering for a few more seconds when my kid said “Look dad — it’s an otter.” Now, understand that my kid swears she sees SpongeBob in our yard and Bigfoot on Mount Diablo. So I was like “OK, knock it off.” She said “No, really — LOOK!”
So I looked over and, sure enough, there’s a friggin’ otter frolicking in the middle of the lake.
We watched it for a few minutes and took off for the other side of the lake, where it was headed. But it was gone by then. But, after all my years of looking for something bigger than a turtle in that lake, I finally caught sight of a real mammal.
After knowing where they live and standing outside their house at least half a dozen times, I still haven’t seen a Martinez beaver. And forget finding a gator at the Lafayette Reservoir — I gave that up years ago.