Along the way home from our favorite Mexican restaurant is a bog. In that bog grow tall grasses, and in those tall grasses live beavers. The beavers built dams, and they lived happily...until the landowner decided the beavers had no right to live there and mowed the grasses. The beavers are determined, however, and rebuilt their dams. Bravo to the beavers!
Last winter, thousands of Canadian geese wintered here. They essentially took over a turf farm, which lays in a low area between I-70 and Route 40, across from the local airport. I've heard nothing about how the turf farmer viewed seeing his turf a mass of dark avian bodies. At any rate, when the warm weather moved in, most of the geese flew home.
One pair remain that I know about. They settled in the bog with the beavers. Mrs. Goose is nesting atop one of the beaver dams, while Mr. Goose sits on the bank, watching to make sure the cars that speed past don't come too close to Mrs. Goose and her eggs. His is a wicked eye, too! Bravo to the Canadian geese!
