Last week, Jeremy and I went out to a wildlife refuge early in the morning to go birding. We were in one spot looking out over a pond at some birds- Virginia rail, song sparrow, lots of swallows, some ducks and ducklings. I turned to look in a different direction and saw these two giant creatures moving around- hugging. "Jeremy, mammals!" I quietly called. Jeremy got some pictures with the camera while I was looking through the binoculars and asking, "What are those?" Jeremy responded, "Those, Kristin, are those mythological creatures you've never seen before." The best way to respond would have been to say, "Oh, unicorns," but I was too amazed to do that.
For a while I just called them giant muskrats. I wanted them to show me their tails. You know- their flat, non-muskrat tails. After they swam on and we moved on to a different spot, we saw another one and I took a bunch of pictures of it.
It was huge. I watched it preening/cleaning itself. I watched it walk over and move a small log out of its way. I watched it swim and dive with its flat tail.
"That is no muskrat," I said.
I'm so glad I finally got too see a real live beaver- real live beavers. Such a neat experience.
"They do exist!"