The Beavers of Slaughter Creek

Not sure where we’d be able to find real beavers near our house, so the stuffies had to suffice. These are a part of my kid’s large collection of stuffed beavers. I think he picked out the most beaver-like ones. His favorite is still his Ikea Klappar Baver who goes by the name Beaver. It’s nickname is Turkey “because he’s fat like a turkey.”

We attracted a small crowd on the creek. The path from the parking lot to the trail goes through the creek bed, so it wasn’t a surprise that people saw us.  A little girl sat down and watched us for a few minutes. I suppose it’s not every day that a gaggle of stuffies gets the royal treatment!

End of Innocence (Beaver in His Last Repose?)

Last sighting
Last sighting

My son has finally seen a beaver in real life. The end of his childhood nears, which saddens and delights me at the same time. Will he ever find joy and creative influence in something as much as he did with his Beaver? I can only hope.

Chew
Chew
Repose
Repose

I fear this is Beaver’s last trek. Maybe there is one last trip, and I mourn the childhood too soon. In either event, Beaver had a fitting end. He saw his own kind.