Zoo Miami just welcomed 3 of the cutest animals. Just don't swim with them. Take a look
We can't resist those cute river otters. And now, three more have arrived at Zoo Miami.
The attraction welcomed a new litter of the adorable, semi-aquatic animal — the North American River Otter — on Wednesday.
Zinnia, a 7-year-old river otter, gave birth to three pups in the Florida: Mission Everglades exhibit, her third litter. The pups, which don't have names yet, were determined to be one male and two females after a quick neonatal exam and a delicate shave.
Zinnia was pregnant for about two months, and her babies weighed about 6 ounces. The family will remain isolated and behind the scenes for a while so they're not disturbed by zoo visitors as they bond and grow, according to the zoo.
The 9-year-old father's name is Edison, and he came to Zoo Miami in October 2016 after being rescued as an orphan and hand-raised by Wild Florida. Zinnia arrived at Zoo Miami in April 2019 from the Roger Williams Park Zoo in Rhode Island where she was born. Edison has been separated from his children, as is the case in the wild.
North American river otters are extremely active and playful animals that can be found in freshwater habitats throughout the U.S. and Canada. They can grow to three to four feet long, including the tail, and usually weigh between 12 and 25 pounds, with the males getting slightly larger than the females. In the wild, they live around 10 years but can live twice that long under human care.
They can stay under water for several minutes and have a thick protective fur to insulate them against cold temperatures. Apart from being agile swimmers, they can run up to 15 mph on land. Though their populations were threatened decades ago, mainly due to trapping for the fur trade, their biggest threats today are habitat loss and pollution.
But don't try to swim with an otter. Although they're cute, river otters can be vicious and nasty when confronted by humans.
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Marshall Cohen leaves one of the produce showrooms at the Ontario Food Terminal, holding his handwritten list of more than two dozen items he needed to buy that morning, which included fingerling potatoes, French beans, limes, figs and watermelon radish. Over the course of his career, Cohen has watched the terminal change. Since the 1950s, the terminal has been the main stock exchange for fruit and vegetables, a central gathering place for farmers from all over the province. More recently, major grocery chains have opened their own giant produce distribution centres and left the terminal. The big grocers still do business here when their own warehouses run short on items. But the terminal is now a lifeline for independents, who can't rely on sprawling corporate supply chains — the family farmers, regional supermarket banners, chefs, caterers, ethnic grocers and start-up food manufacturers. 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That man just lost his wife. That kid shouldn't have bought all those watermelons. In the hall, Cohen flagged down a young guy who'd worked his way up at one of the wholesalers. 'What do you call me?' he asked. 'The Legend?' the man said. 'No, besides that,' Cohen said. 'Oh! Uncle Marsh,' the man said. I got the sense that Cohen sees Uncle Marsh as his last great role, his King Lear. 'He still calls some of my friends, to this day, to check in on them,' said Cohen's 51-year-old son, Justin. 'He would call my business partner when I was out of town just to check in and make sure I was doing a good job.' When Justin was at university, before cellphones, Cohen would call Justin's house. 'I would hear my roommates answer the phone and be on the phone for 10 minutes talking to someone,' Justin, the eldest of Cohen's three sons, said. 'And then finally they would say, 'Hey it's your dad, he wants to talk to you.' 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I thought at first it must have something to do with fear and respect. But it was actually about forgiveness. Don't give a guy a third chance, but you've got to give him a second. About an hour or so after the ugly phone call, Cohen looped back around to see the cucumber salesman face to face. His name was Khushal Bhinder, one of the younger produce dealers at the farmers' market. 'I've got to give this guy credit,' Cohen said on the way to see Bhinder. 'He started with nothing.' Bhinder smiled when he saw Cohen coming. Cohen pulled him into a hug. 'I'm sorry,' Cohen said softly. 'I'm sorry.' 'Hey, it's OK,' the salesman told him. 'You can say anything.'
