“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.
We recently spent time with family in an area incredibly rich and diverse in natural beauty. One morning we hiked some wooded trails near their home and saw so many wildflowers, most of which I didn’t know the names. Continue reading
As I was checking on the cabbage, squash, and beet seedlings this afternoon, this handsome Western Scrub Jay made an appearance. He hopped along about 3 feet from me, seemingly unafraid, pecking in the grass and cocking his head. I happened to have my phone in my pocket, and as I thanked him for being so friendly as to stop by, he let me take his picture. Continue reading
Yesterday after a full day of house, yard and garden chores and 15 pounds of new River Bar Soaps, we hopped into our little Walker Bay 10 and enjoyed an hour on the river. Exquisite end to the day and a delightful pleasure we both enjoy so much. Rick mans the oars up river and I take over on the way back down. Translation: he does all the hard work while I take pictures, then I practice my rowing while the current floats us back to the truck and trailer. Continue reading