While welcoming little wind and clouds act, we will not let my readiness to weekend under house arrest. We're going to Bruges, to walk in the restored some years ago Netherley the Dilborner Benden go. Actually, a completely unremarkable winter landscape: alder, birch, willow and hazelnut, a small, now freely meandering river with dead tributaries, ponds and ditches. First vague premonitions of spring. Ducks and swans on the water, herons on the shore, wild geese and cormorants in the air, the legacy of moles and feral pigs on the ground.
But we came here because of another landscape curator. At the sight of the first fallen or gnawed trees, we still have doubts. But then there is no question that there are actually a special kind of loggers at work: beaver. That are here that is again felt at home, we could never quite believe it. But even if we (as was expected), the beaver itself does not get to see, are the fresh tracks of a sufficient and impressive evidence of their presence. As a souvenir takes usually a piece of bark gnawed by them home and find their collection along with some vertically striped ducks feathers. A successful Tracing also.
But we came here because of another landscape curator. At the sight of the first fallen or gnawed trees, we still have doubts. But then there is no question that there are actually a special kind of loggers at work: beaver. That are here that is again felt at home, we could never quite believe it. But even if we (as was expected), the beaver itself does not get to see, are the fresh tracks of a sufficient and impressive evidence of their presence. As a souvenir takes usually a piece of bark gnawed by them home and find their collection along with some vertically striped ducks feathers. A successful Tracing also.
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