This evening we had a call about two more otter cubs that were seen on the Gleniffer Braes. They had been squeaking loudly, as if lost, though apparently playing in a puddle, and a lady, after watching them for 10 minutes, tried to pick one up but it slithered out of her grasp. She would have been hampered with two dogs. By the time we arrived the cubs had moved a few hundred yards away, and disappeared. We searched, but didn’t hear or see any sign of them.

We hurried back to the hospital, as I was concerned now about the female cub. She had become quite lethargic, and would only eat with encouragement, though she was still drinking a lot. Sadly she died late at night.