Last night we couldn’t resist the allure of uncrowded beavers so we snuck down to take a peek. The Chevron fire cloud loomed dark over the west hills after the first half hour, then passed directly overhead on its way to Concord. Our eyes were stinging after a little while, but who could walk away from this? Look at those little toes!
Jr. was out with suitable beaver forage behavior. Mom and Dad (?) made an appearance too. Apparently Moses saw them enjoying the ‘alpine beaver bouquet’ the night before. I guess beavers don’t need a menu to explain what’s good to eat!
There is lots of beaver news in the world, threats of trapping and a horrible story about boyscouts stoning a ‘ rabid beaver’ to death on the Delaware river, but I’m not ready to play in traffic yet, so you just enjoy!
