Wow. That was some rain. I guess it didn’t forget how after all. Jon heard last that we received a nearly a quarter of the yearly rainfall in a single day. Cyclone Bombs aren’t fooling around I guess. For the first time in a long, long, while I was glad we didn’t have our beavers to be worried about. Still I watched nervously as Virginia from Fairfield posted updates on their flooded dams and eventually flooded lodge.
A beaver lodge is like a stationary big coconut shell turned over in the water. As the water rises there gets less and less of it that’s not flooded, I was touched to see how the beavers gathered together and tried to groom a little.
One by one the rest of the family came to the ‘island’ and was kindly received by family members. There must be a bank hole upstream where some of them spent the night. It was exciting and terrifying to see them band together. But then she saw the most exciting part of all.
No one had seen the kit since late summer so Virginia was bracing herself for the thought that he had died. But look who didn’t die and is calmly swimming those fast waters to hang out with his family. How happy does that make you?
The report last night was that when the rains slowed the lodge was still standing so we are hopeful something is left that can be rebuilt. That’s really all beavers (or humans) can hope for after all. Virginia just posted this.
