The lake at our house is a magnet for all sorts of wildlife. This week we’ve had an invasion of water weasels–that is four troublesome river otters. Cute is inadequate to describe their antics playing on the banks and diving in the water. Otters are not shy animals. They confront intruders snorting at them in defiance.
My favorite Psalm has always been 104 all about nature. “. . . teeming with creatures beyond number—living things both large and small.” I’ve wondered why I love wildlife so much.
Maybe it’s my admiration of their freedom and independence. More likely, I relish unpredictability of any kind, which wildlife brings with abundance.
Otters aren’t totally unpredictable. Today we discovered a yard long catfish and a large bass both killed and eaten by our visitors. I remembered another part of Psalm 104. “All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time. When you give it to them, they gather it up; when you open your hand, they are satisfied with good things.”
Did God give those water weasels my fish? Then let God give them fish from the river tomorrow. I plan to look for the place they’ve likely wriggled under the fence and then block them out.