When you love your daughter and your daughter loves otters and your wife excitedly summons you to observe one rambling across the backyard what do you do?  You immediately grab a camera and start tracking it through the snow hoping to return with a decent photo. In my case, I was wearing a bathrobe at the time and had to change before launching my pursuit. Despite the head start, I was able to track it over the frozen pond behind our house and spotted it briefly on the far bank. Traversing the pond was easy; not so the foot-deep snow on either side which provided an exceptional workout.  I missed getting the shot I was hoping for but did return with a couple of photos from our neighborhood.  A little research based on the footprints and stride patterns revealed that I was actually chasing a fishercat and not the river otter I so badly wanted it to be.