Reflections on a Beaver Pond

I've loved this beaver pond and the beavers who made it for a long, long time.

I've loved it since the dog was young, shiny, musclebound and springy, and given to standing up on any tree with a squirrel in it







and leaping up to trot smartly down the trunk of every fallen tree just to flaunt his good balance







like the Little Cat-Dog he is.



I've loved that pond since Phoebe was an