I received an email from the engineer last night, asking about the beavers in their new location. It seems he was approached by someone about them recently. Hmm. Moses mentioned that the last time he visited the dam there were two thin slash marks in it, like someone wanted to let out the water. All of this gives me a braced, approaching-the-trenches feeling again, It was just barely a year ago that I learned the beavers were living next door. Things were going so well I had almost forgot to be worried about their fate.
It’s funny how quickly it all comes back to you.
I was comforted this morning by this, printed in the Rants and Raves section of the Seattle Times yesterday, and shared by Samantha Everette (who works with Ben Dittbrenner at (Beavers Northwest), What a fantastic letter!
Out of the mouths of babes, eh?
Yeah, why didn’t the owners just wrap the trees with wire instead of killing the beavers? Beats the hell out of me, I’m really not at all surprised by this. Even the children are smarter about beavers in Seattle than the adults in Martinez. I might have known.
