Promise

I promised myself that I would add one of these stories here every time I told one. I tell them at one point or another throughout the summer. There will be no chronology - not yet anyway - nor will there be much of a schedule. You never know; I might add a story every day and I might not. This is my life. Every day is an adventure.

Anna

Monday, June 20, 2016

A Beaver's Life

I went down to the boats to bail them out this evening since it rained pretty hard all day. Every morning for probably a couple weeks now, I've had a friendly discussion with a local beaver I've dubbed Mr. Beaver, usually consisting of "Don't you let me hit you." I"d hate to accidentally hit one with my prop. And then I'm off to work. I don't see him when I come home.

This evening I discover that he'd brought Mrs. Beaver over likely touting the lush feed and quiet water that's clear farther up. I'm sure he even warned her about the noisy neighbor (me) that showed up briefly every morning. It's certain she had her doubts, but she was there to check things out.

Enter said noisy neighbor to splash water out of her boat. Within a few minutes, Mrs .Beaver stuck her nose up in the air and left. Mr. Beaver decided to stick it out, likely thinking to give her a little time to cool down and think things over.

I'd decided to bail out the rest of the boats even though they were still sitting on the ground - the water was getting high though nothing was floating yet. Mr. Beaver decided to chew on a juicy stick scarcely a boat length's distance from me as I bailed out a second boat, but when I moved closer to bail out the last boat, talking to him as I moved about, he decided to join his lady friend. A few minutes later I heard them chattering to each other. In my head they were saying something like this:

Mrs. Beaver: You said it only showed up in the morning. You said it wasn't a bad neighbor.

Mr. Beaver: It has always been very polite and quickly leaves every morning. It's not a bad neighbor. Come on back inside, baby. I'm sure we can find us the perfect place to raise our kits.

Mrs. Beaver: That's all you guys ever think about, building a new house and having kits.

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2 comments:

William Kendall said...

I've rarely seen beavers, but I've often seen their work in the countryside with their lodges, dams, and ponds. They really are remarkable animals.

Anna L. Walls said...

Yes they are. These, I'm sure, have a home somewhere close, but I have yet to be able to spot it. Life for them on a river has to be very different from life on a pond or lake. Water will go up and down feet, if not yards, in a season.