Here a couple of the critters I saw.
I will admit to a bit of a thing about storks, blame Jackanory during the sixties. There always seemed to be cartwheels on the roofs/chimneys of any european tales, ready for the return of the storks. But I don’t remember the stories, clogs, dykes, and wearing national dress probably.
This burly chap was happily swimming around a rain swollen inner city river, munching on anything green that floated past. He’s my first
otter coypu, squee! Oddly enough some friends a, not on holiday, also saw an otter in their inner city river the same week, theirs had a fish – but I had a camera!