A Miracle Turns Ugly

This is a waterfall that I never knew existed.  In a recent post about Spring, I had mentioned that I had taken a long walk on Glen Road.  Our dog, JoJo, joined me as well.  It was a nice feeling being out on a beautiful Spring-like day and it was the perfect opportunity to get JoJo out for a walk.  She loves the out of doors and this Winter has not given her much of an opportunity to get out and about.  After a few new twists and turns from the path we normally take, I began to hear the sound of splashing and running water.  As I walked towards the sound, the water noises began to get louder and louder.  Rounding the corner, I came across a little miracle….a waterfall.  Maybe water from the swollen creek coming over a dam built by some busy beavers?  I had no idea that this waterfall existed.  Maybe it was just created by the melting winter snow and rain?  I stood there taking these pictures thinking about how something so lovely and peaceful could just pop up out of nowhere.  JoJo stood there in silence as well.  I think she was as surprised as I was that something so beautiful existed so close to home.  This is like a story about life, really.  The fact that you never know what you will see when you round a corner or start a new chapter in your own life.  Nature, in particular for me, gives me miracles almost every day if I look for them.  A sprouting seed, a tomato on a vine, a butterfly, a waterfall.  All signs that wonderful things are out there if you are aware and in the moment.

As JoJo and I ventured closer to the dam itself, it did indeed appear to have many traits that told us this was the work of a beaver.  Beavers are known for their natural trait of building dams on rivers and streams, and building their homes (known as “lodges”) in the resulting pond.  Beavers also build canals to float build materials that are difficult to haul over land.  They use powerful front teeth to cut trees and other plants that they use both for building and for food.  In the absence of existing ponds, beavers must construct dams before building their lodges. First they place vertical poles, then fill between the poles with a crisscross of horizontally placed branches.  They fill in the gaps between the branches with a combination of weeds and mud until the dam impounds sufficient water to surround the lodge.  This dam and the waterfall over it was spectacular.  A couple more shots from the path and then JoJo and I would be ready to walk again knowing that we would absolutely come back soon.  I picked JoJo up and we began to walk.  Then it happened…………

There was a slapping noise on the water and then the sound of feet crunching on dead leaves and grass.  I could not believe what was crawling towards us.  Before our eyes was a brave beaver now standing right by us.  You know I do not like critters, especially ones that drop by without an invitation.  I’m not sure what size a normal beaver really is, but this one was huge (in my mind).  Wet, dripping, redish-brown fur, black beady eyes and five inch razor-sharp claws.  I even think I caught a whiff of hot, steamy, foul-smelling breath coming from its nostrils and mouth.  I was terrified!  How could this be happening to me?  In my mind, I could see the beaver attacking me.  It has teeth that can cut down trees, so I knew that this beaver could easily take me with one bite.  It would knock me out with one slap of its tail on my head.  It would chew me up and store me for future meals.  Future explorers to the dam would look down to find a dirty leg bone (mine) that was used to hold back the water.  The Coroner would confirm on the news a week later that the bone did indeed belong to the man from Glen Road that went missing in the woods.  Thank God I had JoJo in my arms.  The beaver just survived a punishing winter and had to be hungry.  Maybe it was thinking that JoJo looked like an appetizer?  Do beavers have a taste for Yorkies?

I did the most manly thing I could think of while standing there paralyzed with fear.  I let out a high-pitched scream.  This scream was so loud and shrill that it could be heard by animals within a seven mile radius.  No human would ever be able to hear my scream due to the high decibel level that came out of my mouth.  Human ears just aren’t capable of hearing at this pitch.  I turned around, Yorkie in hand, and ran for my life.  I made some zig zags in my course in case the beaver used its strong legs and lunged at me.  It might miss me if I keep going to the left and then to the right.  I quit running about a hundred yards away.  I turned around to see the beast, but it was gone.  Back into the water it loves so well.  That damned dam….why did my miracle have to end so ugly?  What are some of your real-life critter stories that you can share on Acorns On Glen? 

4 thoughts on “A Miracle Turns Ugly

  1. Well your story is quite amazing. Thank goodness JoJo was in your arms. I have a funny story to tell. I was driving down Sackett Lake road toward my home. While passing Davies Dam I see a huge white duck in the middle of the road. I say to myself, “What the heck is this critter doing here? The lakes are still frozen and obviously he has arrived too early. I fear for his life as cars barrel down this narrow road hardly wide enough for two cars to pass. I stop, open my car door and make quirky duck sound noises to persuade this animal to seek refuge off the road. Well, I realize he does not like me or my annoying sounds and proceeds to scream at me in is quack ling voice as he lunges towards my car at a quick pace. I look and say “Oh sh t.” close my door and get away from the physco duck that most likely has rabies. As I guiltily ride away, I alert oncoming cars to slow down not to plunge into the beast of a duck. Mother Nature; please bring the seasons back in order! PS, I saw him again today, and my 85 year old father n law said, “Look at this crazy duck! ” As he chased our car. “i think he is mad we are on his road!

    • Exactly Louisella, these critters are nuts these days. I feel sorry for them; I feel scared when I see them. All I can do is run, run, run. Come back soon and visit us at Acorns On Glen. Love you!!

  2. Knowing you, the story you tell others is that you were a hero in saving JoJo. I was quite surprised that you faced this horrible animal and screamed for help. Thank goodness that even as a young boy you could run fast. You must have learned the “left to right” move in your later years.

    The waterfall is very beautiful and I enjoyed the pictures.

    I just don’t like walks in the woods. My biggest fear is snakes. I don’t care how big. I fear and hate them. I say the only good snake is a dead one.

    Usually when I make that statement someone will tell me how they eat insects, etc. I can take care of the bugs with a swatter, but I am so scared of a snake, I couldn’t get close enough to kill it. With that attitude, I just stay out of the woods.

    • Thanks for your comment Carolkin. I am not good with snakes either. We have similar fears. But a beaver…far from a snake…who knew? I need to calm down over the weekend. Later…and come visit again soon. Love you.

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