The Backyard Beaver (A Photo Essay)
This morning I went to buy some presents for my neices and nephew at The Book Case, a terrific bookstore in Huntsville, Ontario (go figure I’d buy books for my relatives–I hope they don’t read this ;>). I got back in the house and looked out into the backyard. There was this weird scraggly blob of brown down on the ice. What the heck? This is what I saw:
So I threw my boots back on and crept back out the door. It was still there!
So I crept closer….
And closer…
And even closer…
And then…
It turned its head! Now I knew it was both alive and definitely a beaver. So I crept even closer…
And it was still there! It was probably thinking, “Can’t a beaver gnaw on some sticks in peace?Why is this crazy lady sneaking up on me?” Then I tried to get even closer but I shoulda known because…
SPLASH! It’d had enough of me. It was outta there.
So I beat a hasty retreat myself cause I was freezing. (In all the excitement I had forgotten to put on my coat.)
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