Higher than normal spring runoff pond water levels… A handful of small white bark chewed sticks afloat in the water… One whiskered face glimpse… A quick swirl and a splash.
Then I spotted the dam.
Little did I comprehend what that seemingly innocent construct of branches and mud foretold for me.
The respect I would gain for my newfound opponent.
The lessons I would learn about both nature and myself.
As the beaver taught me the true meaning of one word…
“RELENTLESS”
Memories of my father’s words all the while inspiring me.
Relentless
It all began innocuously enough.
Higher than normal spring runoff pond water levels… A handful of small white bark chewed sticks afloat in the water… One whiskered face glimpse… A quick swirl and a splash.
Then I spotted the dam.
Little did I comprehend what that seemingly innocent construct of branches and mud foretold for me.
The respect I would gain for my newfound opponent.
The lessons I would learn about both nature and myself.
As the beaver taught me the true meaning of one word…
“RELENTLESS”
Memories of my father’s words all the while inspiring me.
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