I watched a Beaver as he shored up his dam one morning. It was so interesting to watch something so natural especially now. He placed one stick here and one there and padded it with mud and I watched in awed silence as he did so. The dam was so exquisite, so unique.
I never saw the body as it floated down the river, never noticed its gas bloated form as it approached. It was suddenly flailing as it touched the dam and in seconds that miracle of nature was destroyed, the dam broke and… Continue