Day 52: I always get a kick out of seeing my lake’s resident heron. Then I realized she was preening herself on a beaver house. My first sighting of this particular structure. A couple other walkers pointed the large fellow out to me last summer, gliding through moss green water, big flapjack tail and all. My first sighting of a beaver, too. An embarrassment of nature’s riches.
For those who believe we’re superior to non-human animals in every way (daft rationalization for eating them), answer me this: how many could build a house and pool (when they dam a river) with your own two hands and teeth? Or fly without aid of artificial wings?