The summer appears to be wrapping up and I have been finding wildlife on our walks that I might not otherwise see.
Perhaps it’s me slowing down and taking in what will soon be covered in snow. Or perhaps it’s because I walk now with an 11 year old dog rather than a springy puppy.
I notice things like a summers worth of beaver trail, beaten down by wet fur and a flat tail . It shows months of trundling back and forth with aspen branches…
And then this cicada on the path at my feet which, as I believed it was an empty shell, reached down to pick up and it tumbled in somersaults, fluttering its papery wings until it finally flew away.
The meadows are filled with colours that are beginning to suggest fall.
And on it goes…
HORTUS 2: There is life after retail 
Man may work from sun to sun, but a beaver’s work is never done or
something like that.
Yes, Libby :c) that’s certainly true of *this* beaver!