It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
I’m used to experiencing riotous ups and downs with beavers. The excitement of fellow citizens loving the beavers and the fury of a city that won’t listen. The glory of seeing a new kit and the heartbreak of seeing it die. There’s always been a certain bipolar quality to caring about beavers.
But this has got to be the most rapid up and down cycle ever.
I received notice from Luigi yesterday that he spotted a dead beaver in the creek, and another email this morning from another witness. Just above escobar, where so much of the beaver story has played out. Is it the beaver that was just spotted the other day? Is it that beavers partner? It looks too big for kit.
We will check it today, but animal control won’t pick up a dead animal that’s IN the creek, and we have way too many beavers buried in our back yard already.
Surely that was the shortest mood swing EVER.
Sigh.
