Did you get cold and hungry pulled over on Basin Road in Algonquin Park waiting for my return? Sorry. I had some trouble along the way. For one thing, my power supply got zapped. Let’s roll back the wheels of our vehicle a bit.
We were stopped with my biologist brother, Michael, and his spouse, Ann, to investigate a downed poplar. Let’s ease ourselves out of the car. Careful, don’t slam the doors!
We hear the crunching and munching first. Then, almost within touching distance we spot one, two, three beavers vigorously shredding their hard harvest. After a while, they swim away, branches in tow, their destination hidden by the dense growth.
True master builders, the beaver applies mud, stones and branches with an innate grasp of what’s needed and where. I, on the other hand, an apprentice builder, was heading to what was decidedly unnatural, to construct my client’s Facebook page. With code. Continue reading