We’ve been storing some apples and pears on our back porch, and a few days ago we discovered some mysterious bite marks on a couple of the apples. Beryl was convinced the marks were made by a bird, and I suggested it must have been a raccoon. Last night, we were both proven wrong when we awoke in the middle of the night and found an unexpected visitor helping himself to a pear:
It was our neighborhood beaver! After he finished off the pear, he put away two apples and took a nibble of some sage (what can we say, he knows his flavor combinations)
Our cats sat transfixed the whole time, and we rushed to snap a few photos through the window. After quite a while, he grabbed a final apple for the “road” and slinked off the side of our houseboat and into the water, giving a nice view of that tail of his. . .