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I have begun riding my bicycle again. I travel the same 7 mile (+/-) track each day, sucking up nature’s wonders. Pollen is among Nature’s most prolific wonders. I guess sneezing and red, swollen eyes are indicators of good health?
Avid readers will recall it was last year that a Beaver family moved into our nature trail. Within hours, they converted a low-lying acre of plant life into a large, fetid swamp. Let me tell you, there is nothing more natural than a beaver swamp. Well, maybe a convention of skunks would be comparable, but little else.
Recently, I awakened to some odd quacking noises outside my window. Too sleepy to locate my gun, I peered out the window to identify these untimely quackers. Sure enough, a Mallard drake and his floozy hen were paddling about in my creek having a grand time diving for insects and small fish.
“Oh, it’s only ducks,” I told myself falling back into bed. I tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. The party in the creek was too much.
Eventually, I saddled up for my morning bicycle ride. I zoomed along the trail enjoying the fresh air when I realized there should not be any fresh air in this part of the trail. The beaver swamp was dry.
“Uh, oh,” I thought. A bad feeling came over me and I pedaled for all I was worth toward the place where the creek behind my home empties into the larger stream by the trail. It was just as I feared. No water was flowing from my creek into the larger artery. This could mean only one thing: Beaver trouble.
I should mention here that we measure the “normal” depth of my creek in inches. It is more of a babbling brook, a foot deep in places. Now, I began to put the cheese and quackers together and they did not add up.
When I got home, I staggered down to the creek side. Sure enough, we now have several duck-entertaining feet of water where before there was barely enough to hatch mosquitoes. If it turns out ducks eat mosquitoes, this could work out. Otherwise, I may have to resurrect some ancient skills and remove the dam before the air becomes unbreathable. [BOOM!]
Monday, March 21, 2011
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It's a "dam" good thing the beavers are
ReplyDeleteresourceful. Otherwise, they'd be "up a creek
without a paddle". Gnaw on that one!
E
You are so right. However, I believe I deserve some credit for telling the entire story without any beaver raunchiness. I guess it was the smell, or mebbe not.
ReplyDeleteYou just quack me up!
ReplyDeleteI wondered where the beaver moved to. The girls were checking out how much he / she grew each month by checking the hight of the cut on each stump.
ReplyDeleteMalia did a show & tell at Mt. Saint Michaels the year before on the beavers and how they build.
Hank - just chase them back into the main creek.
Eric
Easy for you to say...
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