Matt and I took a long hike yesterday on East Mountain. I like to go out into the woods on Sunday during hunting season - a day of quiet, no shooting allowed, and so I do not have slow-motion fear-visions of bullets ripping our bodies apart. We found a beautifully patterned fossil in some exposed rock - a few feet long and maybe six inches wide - which I declared a dinosaur tail, and Matt thought more likely to be tree bark. With help from google, Matt's ID was confirmed - a dinosaur-era, tree-like clubmoss (they were much bigger back then), and apparently a very common fossil in Pennsylvania. On our way home, we watched a beaver climb out of his pond onto his tiny mudpatch, fold his tail under and out in front of him, roll back on his little round butt, and give himself a good scratch - belly first, then behind the ears.
Still stuck in last week, but this week seems to have begun. I've added three new originals to my Etsy shop, all black foxes, some wilder than others... Happy Monday, everyone.
3 comments:
Oo if I were still little, I would be escared of this fox! He is not evil, but he knows far too much.
As much as I want to see a photo of this beaver, your poetic description of it placed it perfectly in the soft netherlands of the space between my ears.
I love the black foxes..the dark side.
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