Our retired librarian from the University of Georgia beaver friend tracked down the entire video from that beaver clip yesterday. And the mistake wasn’t a bug, it was a feature. Apparently no distinction is made between beaver and nutria at all. Well, they’re both rodents I guess.
No wonder people can tell them apart. And when you realize the the word “Nutria” in Spanish actually means “Otter” it gets even more exciting. In fact, when the Spanish were settling in California they killed lots of what they were calling Nutria, that was probably beaver. The confusion just spreads in every direction.
Turtle Bay’s new beaver gets acquainted with aquarium
So the orphan of Torture Bay has now been stuffed into a tank for children to peer at through the glass. Apparently he’s so lonely he’s chasing fish. I particularly love her response when the children express concern that he has hit his head on the glass. She explains that beavers have very hard heads because trees fall on them all the time. Obviously, the whole thing is very educational.
And just in case you wondered, I hate this with the white-hot heat of a thousand suns.
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I hate thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for right.
I hate thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I hate thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.
