December 16, 2020

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Just like in the repeating scene in the movie Groundhog Day, every morning just before sunrise this beaver enters on cue from stage left, gliding through the icy water checking me out. She comes in for a close look, wondering where that big dog disappeared to that used to sit next to me excitedly at full attention ears perked and nose a twitter. In those days the swim-by usually ended with a tail slap, nowadays knowing I’m not going to jump in for the chase, she simply swims by with a little smile on her face.