Over the past month I found a stubby beer bottle and evidence of our neighbourhood beaver hard at work in our woods. Now there are black flies. The most Canadian of times.
What’s this? Oh, that’s what it is. Big chips from big teeth. My hand is 3″ wide! Beautiful carving Felled down the hill… cut in half… and the middle bit dragged a few feet to the shore. More great gnawing. Sally checking it all out. Bark chewed and eaten. Log left behind.
