The baker is busy in the days before Christmas. I stepped outside this morning to breathe in the darkness, while it still reigned. I hope to spend Christmas Eve afternoon sipping whiskey on the abandoned railroad tracks, toasting our new friend: the beaver who is constructing a dam in the valley where we often walk. There is a steep bank where we can sit and watch him tending his floats of branches. There are new little ruts - I call them beaver slides - going down the bank, into the water. I like to imagine him yanking his treetops over the edge, and then wheeee!!! In he goes after them. Plop.
Happy solstice to you, friends.
4 comments:
Sipping whiskey on the abandoned railroad tracks, watching a beaver build a damn. That sounds like a glorious way to spend an afternoon. If I were in PA I'd invite myself to come along.
Happy Winter to you, Zoe! And to your new friend.
Love the owl.
I think you have more wildlife in your city than we have in the woods of Vermont...or else I am not lingering to sip whiskey and watch.
Raise a glass to Mr. Beaver for me :) Wish you, and your new friend, a peaceful holiday season, and a joyous New Year!
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