“How many people in the world,” my husband asked, “go for a walk after dinner and see a beaver swimming in the river?” We’ve had a bit of rain in the last 24 hours, and wanted to check the river’s rise. While standing on the bridge, we enjoyed the rare treat of a beaver sighting. As we watched, Rick gave a loud clap and the beaver dipped under the murky green, surfaced further along his trajectory, turned and looked in our direction and continued to the far side. We’ve seen beaver in this area for 40 years, but each infrequent time I see one, I’m so happy they are still thriving in this spot. In answer to Rick’s question, I’m thinking not many people in the world get to see a beaver on their after-dinner walk.