Since the incident with the key, I truly thought that my family would not have to deal with humans anymore. The escapades of my boys first finding the key, then hiding the key, and then me finally making sure that the old man recovered it, were enough to set me on edge. I know that not all humans are evil, but it has become very difficult to tell them apart. I would rather they just stay away and leave us alone. Last night I realized that it was not over. More
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As far as fall days go, today was rather pleasant. The sun was bright and the sky was clear of ominous clouds. I was able to get the den cleaned out faster than usual, since we confined the boys to their beds. It amazes me how much mess three young pups can make.
While cleaning, I found an acorn in the front room. Scratched across the shiny brown surface was the name Filbert. Effie’s son played with Bobby on a regular basis, but they usually kept to the outdoors. I ran my paw over the letters and giggled; it looked like someone did not know what type of nut it was and wrote this to remind them, but they were wrong nonetheless.
Samuel strode in from the river and slumped down on his cushion, “Whew! The seasons may be changing, but it is still warm as summer.” He wriggled his toes as he stretched his legs.
“Dear, you are working too hard in the middle of the day. Why don’t you take a rest?” More
There have been many days of hot, dry weather in the Big Woods. The river is considerably lower than previous years, and Mr. Otter is worried about the supply of food. The only ones who were enjoying this mild drought were my boys.
For the past two weeks, they have disappeared into the woods to play. None of the neighbors complained about them, and they always came home before dark, so I have not been worried. Well, that was until yesterday. More
Summer is in full swing here in the Big Wood. We spent many days cleaning out the den, and when I say we, I mean me. Trying to get my boys to help my around the den is very difficult since they are easily sidetracked by the simplest of things. I do not expect Mr. Otter to help because he takes care of other duties, and is usually too tired after fishing. Now the home is clean and I can get down to real business, visiting friends, unless a mystery arises.
Effie stopped by a few days ago and shared some tea, when the boys came scampering into the den with an unusual object. I had a hard time calming them down before I could get the full story and actually examine it. It looked like a small stick but it had a closed circle at one end and an oddly cut square at the other; and its golden surface twinkled like the sunlight off the lake. I know it was not wood, since no trees around here resembled it and it was too hard to break. I turned it in my paw and noticed it looked like something that the people might make. I have seen them sitting on the river’s edge, holding branches with thick spider silk into the water. They are quite good at catching fish with them. More
I love wintertime, especially when we have a good layer of snow. It is great insulation for the den and makes for fantastic adventures. The snowfall has been heavy for the last two weeks and large drifts cover the north bank of the river. The boys love the snow too, with its frosty crunch and powdery flakes. Bobby hounded Mr. Otter for days to take a family trek; so yesterday all five of us ventured out, under a clear sky, towards Effie’s home.
Mr. Otter led the way, followed by me and the three boys, single file. Our pace was a rhythmic bound twice, slide once pattern that allowed us to gain considerable distance without much effort. These types of family outings are a common occurrence, and I enjoy them greatly, unless the boys misbehave.
Under normal circumstances, a short bark from me can keep the boys in check. Though there are times I may have to shout. Mr. Otter rarely shouts. Samuel is the kindest of gentle otters and usually holds his temper down to a stern warning. Half way into our journey, the boys broke up the pattern to run ahead over the open snow. I was unable to stop them with a scolding, and Mr. Otter came to the rescue with one of those rare displays of anger.
“Stop right there!” he roared. All three boys skidded to a stop and collided into a large fluffy heap. Three terrified faces peaked out from the jumbled ball of pups. “How many times do I have to tell you not to run ahead?” he continued. “There are dangers beneath the snow. Do you know the difference between running on snow-covered ground and running on snow-covered ice? I think not, or you would have slowed your pace.”
We caught up to the boys and Mr. Otter gave them a hard glare as he passed. I simply walked past them without looking, but I could hear them blame each other when we were back in formation.
“Thanks a lot,” one said.
“It’s not my fault. He started it,” another argued.
“I guess no dessert tonight,” Bobby added.
I knew it was Bobby, because he is always the first to ask for dessert after dinner. I had to agree with his conclusion; Mr. Otter was now in a sour mood.
We continued toward a large drift near some trees and made our way back into the forest. I watched Mr. Otter crunch through the snow with difficulty now. It was deeper and sliding became impossible in the loose snow. He bounded a few times and suddenly disappeared from view with a soft whoosh sound, followed by, “Umpf!”
“Oh, dear!” I cried. “Samuel, are you alright?”
I barely heard his muffled voice from under the snow say, “I’m not hurt, but I don’t think I can climb out of this hole. Watch how close you come, the snow is really deep here.” I watched the snow in front of me mound up and then sink as he tried to dig his way out. The sunken trail moved towards a tree where Mr. Otter’s head poked out of the snow as he climbed up the branches.
He looked at me with frosted whiskers and said, “Oh there you are. I guess I got a little turned around.” He climbed up the rest of the way and gingerly made his way back to us. “See boys, that’s why you don’t run ahead.”
I smiled and gave him a hug, “I am so glad you didn’t get hurt. I don’t know if I could handle these three without you.”
Benjamin carefully scooted up to us and asked, “Gee Dad, were you scared?”
“No,” Mr. Otter said. “But I don’t relish doing it again. Let’s walk around the drifts from now on.”
We made it to Effie’s home without any other difficulties,but we made sure to take the long route, along the river, on our return home.
I have lost all track of time. The winter has been brutally harsh this year and we have not been outside very much. Well, thankfully Mr. Otter and Benjamin, my oldest, have been able to forage some food. Otter fur is thick and warm, but it can only take so much cold. Benjamin came home from a venture with swollen paws and I had to nurse them all night. He is able to walk, but one foot looks too injured to heal. He may end up with a limp.
Bradley and Bobby have been entertaining the family with stories and skits. Their most recent was of Mr. Nibbler, a kind old porcupine, trying to scare off a fox. Bobby played Mr. Nibbler and Bradley played the fox. Mr. Nibbler ran across a pile of logs and slipped. He luckily fell safely to a lower log, but landed on his back and became stuck by his quills. The fox laughed so hard as Mr. Nibble wriggled to right himself, that he did not see the grizzly bear behind him. Mr. Otter played the part of the bear and did a fabulous job of squishing the fox to death. After a long and dramatic death scene, the bear plucked Mr. Nibbler from the log and left in search of a quiet place to nap.
I will be glad to feel the warmth of the sun on my face this Spring. I certainly hope it comes soon.
The Big Wood has been a bustle of activity; the animals are urgently preparing for the winter. Must are storing food or eating heartily, to build up fat supplies for hibernation. I have been cleaning out the den on a regular basis. Mr. Otter still hunts during the winter, but has suggested starting a garden in the spring. He is such a busy beaver.
Bradley has constructed the most beautiful furniture for our patio. He was correcting various sticks from the many storms, and lashing them together with vines. I am now the proud owner of a table and four chairs that will come in handy for tea with guests.
There was a rumor of a human moving into the woods, but there is no sign of a permanent home. Simon is in charge of a scouting party that is gathering information. He thinks it was a hunter or traveler, but we should all be on guard in case this visitor returns.
Oh, I must be going; it seems the boys have tied up Bobby to a tree and forgotten about him. Here goes Mother to the rescue.
I apologize for not posting in a while. Spring is such a busy time for our family. Mr. Otter has been helping Mr. Beaver divert the water flow from our rushing river. The lake down river has risen considerably. I hope that the rains will stop long enough for the ground to soak it up.
Our little home on the bank has fared well since rocks surround us. We usually are not concerned about erosion of our den. Our biggest concern right now is the spiders. More
It was a hard night last night. A vicious storm came through the Big Wood and we have a lot of flooding. Our den is high and dry, but other families along the river have lost all they have. Eleanor never mentioned this weather, so it must be something that just popped up. The beaver family that lives downriver, checked up on us. They had to move some logs to release the backed up water. More