So she was pulling me merrily along the bike trail on Foster Island, when she stopped and refused to lead. I tossed her back in front and told her to go ahead.
Yup, that's a real command. I need her to be able to lead: to pull, actually. She reluctantly began to move slowly along the shoreline, with me tottering among the skinny trees and slippery leaves.
I was dumbfounded when I first saw it:
Girl, do you see that? Let's go in for a closeup:
Will the Water Board or Department of Environmental Conservation allow them to stay?
My camera will be loaded and ready for my first beaver in the wild shot from now on!