Somebody call the child actors guild and file a complaint because the budding starlet we saw last night was certainly over contract. We waited a good long time, watching a yearling go over at 7 and mom come out to feed at 8. Of course the usual anxious despondency gripped us. Maybe the baby wouldn’t emerge? Maybe it had already come? Maybe something happened to it?
At 8:30 the tiniest treasure came paddling uncertainly along. Nose to tail she/he must be smaller than any shoe in my house. He swam out to mum for the most heart-wrenching greet and nuzzle, then climbed onto her back, gripping her fur with his teeth, for a piggy-beaver-back ride home. As they glided away he curled his tiny tail into the air like a sail.
Truly a dangerous display of cuteness. Call the police and report a dozen stolen hearts! The volume of “awwws” on the bank rose to glass-bending proportions. Several folk had come by for their very first visit, and were stunned how engaging and visible the animals were. Worth A Dam regulars, who typically answer questions and remind people to write the mayor, were so preoccupied with adoration that we could barely manage a haphazard fact or two.
Two muskrats made a jealous appearance, one on either side of the primary dam hoping to be mistaken for the main event. But then the baby came out on his own. He was swimming faster and straighter and snagged his very own piece of willow before heading back to the lodge. Not a single watcher’s heart was untouched by his button nose and tiny tail.
I don’t know if the video is any good. I kept crying too hard to edit it. Honestly it is amazing to see. You really should drop everything and come quietly down to visit before he/she gets ANY bigger!
