Anti-bloodsports docudrama adapted from Henry Williamson's 1927 novel. It's set in this period, before otters had the legal protection which saved them from extinction. It takes place over a year in the birth and short life of Tarka within his habitat on the rivers of North Devon.
Nature lives in a kind of balance, except for the human hunters who kill for recreation. They are portrayed as ignorant lickspittles or complacent aristocrats. But this is more about the wildlife. Anyone of a certain age will notice how influential this was on kids' tv. And is usually rated a family film.
Except the body count is off the chart... it's just that none of the victims are human. We observe at length the otters as predators. While all the animals are heavily anthropomorphised, this is still realistic; red in tooth and claw. This is not Disney.
The gorgeously photographed scenes from the riverbank are set to Peter Ustinov's avuncular, poetic narration. Apparently Williamson was not opposed to bloodsports, but this film clearly is. And there is a palpable sense of wonder for the otters and their precarious lives.