The dogs seemed interested in the pile and we figured it was a beaver home, so we pulled some of the sticks out to encourage the dogs. Nothing happened, so we checked out the dam, found some larger trees with those distinctive beaver tooth marks (I only know about this from cartoons, actually) and figured there's got to be a beaver around. We went back to the house.
Then I started to hear Thunder, the huskie, barking. And barking, and barking. After maybe two hours, I decided I had to go see what was going on and found him at the edge of the pond while a very large beaver was calmly swimming back and forth in front of him. Thunder and Rosie don't know they can swim, which is probably a good thing, but Thunder really wanted this beaver for something or other. Fortunately, he stayed on or really near the shore and didn't tangle with the big thing. But we did get some pictures.
This is my Blackberry picture. The beaver is the spot in the calm water just about dead center in the picture. |
Tom brought a better camera |
We've only seen one, but can't imagine he, or she, lives there alone.
Excuse me, Champagne is a youthful 37!! Are you again trying to resurrect the story that the horse has seniority over me?!
ReplyDeleteYou're right, Randall, she was born on May 8, 1973, so she is a youthful 37. We tend to round her age up, but we wouldn't do that to you.
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