| Before I built a wall I’d ask to know | |
| What I was walling in or walling out, | |
| And to whom I was like to give offence. | |
| Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, | |
| That wants it down!” |
Robert Frost
Me? I can think of one wall I’m not lovin’ at the moment. Today saw the installation of around 6 sheet piles. The line has been moved further out into the creek, and if it continues on its present course it will go right through the dam. We aren’t happy that the creek, which couldn’t endure the obstruction of three trees, will now have to cope with the narrowing of the entire channel. But that, as Edward Albee would say, is “blood under the bridge”.
Here’s the good news: Beavers were seen with normal behavior last night. A kit was observed riding on a yearling’s back. And Mom !!! for the first time was seen coming out clearly and making an apple run. Apparently there was a whole apple and a half of an apple and there was some consternation as to which she would claim.
Being a practical girl, who knows of life’s unexpected twists, she took both. Just tucked them under her arms and swam away, giving us a lovely tail confirmation in the act.
How do you like them apples?
