The last few weeks have been full of chain saw work, as we try to fill up the woodshed for winter. Well, a few days ago I walked in an area that I had driven over many times, but not visited it on foot. There is a tiny meadow with a sluggish stream running in it. And close to the road, there was an odd-looking tree stump. You observe many, many more things when you walk.
This is the obvious work of Mr Beaver, that true backwoods lumberjack. He has cut a notch so that the tree, an aspen, will fall right into the sluggish stream. Excellent aim. The swiss army knife is 6cm long, to give you some scale. In the direction the tree will fall there is a pile of branches, a lot like a beaver dam. Looking around I found a whole bunch of felled trees:
They all point the same way, toward the pile of branches. Mr Beaver is indeed an accomplished lumberjack. He does not seem to need a chain saw. Must save him a lot of money! Beavers do not use the whole tree. They use the tastier upper branches for food and some for the dam. Perhaps the Beaver family will extend its nest into the culvert that runs under the road.
And, as a change of pace, when I got home I beheld (out my living room window) the following amazing sight:
There, lying peacefully not five meters from the house, is an undeniable moose. This has got to be Cassius, who we have met before. No one else would have the nerve. He was ruminating quietly (I had no idea that moose chewed their cud, but we live and learn. He was certainly not chewing bubble gum). Cassius was totally unperturbed. Every so often I would go check on him. He stayed about two hours.
Next morning there were three moose in my driveway. We live, as John would say, in a moose-rich environment.
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