Donkey boi

I grew up on the west coast of Ireland; Our property line included a little bay, where a family of otters lived. Gramps and I used to feed them mussles & clams by hand.

Similar with my dad, except he was just dumped on a doorstep with his birth certificate when he was 9 months old. He didn't want to know about his family, but my sister and I did some digging and found 2 siblings alive and well living on the other side of the planet, and that both of his parents had died in rather dubious circumstances.