Journal Entry:  November 11, 2013

The Pink Sky has set into the Beaver pond, trickling through the Dam, it has spilled into the White ice of Down River.

The beaver pond is icing up. Their food storage spreads away from the lodge through the pond water, looking as if a small branchy tree has fallen from atop the lodge. It will be their food throughout the winter. all they have to do is dive out of the lodge and right there, under the ice, grab a branch and scoot back in, mmm water chilled alder, aspen or cottonwood tree.                                                                                                                             I am on high alert for grizzly bear, as I’ve come down alone, but see no tracks in the snow or soft soil. The beaver are out, one floating in the unfrozen pink of the setting sky, the other was in the opening of a bank hole they are excavating for probably a den. There is a layer of ice that just ends at the opening and I see the beaver step up on it, nothing breaks so then he bites it and has a little chunk of pond ice in his mouth. How funny.

As the sky goodnights in pastels of pink & blue the open water returns the goodnight color back in its unfrozen skin.  Beautiful beaver pond, I love the pond and all it encompasses & represents.  Nature at her most amazing & clever. Goodnight my sweet beavers.