Great things about being blind. Meeting a beaver.

Of course I knew about the beaver for many years. I'm Canadian after all. I had touched trees they had chewed but had never been close to one. I was mentioning this to a friend and then we went canoeing and found many beavers and beaver habitats. First, we found a lodge and canoed up so I could touch it. It seemed like a random series of pieces of wood to me. At least the part I touched felt like that. Then, as we were canoeing in the river around sunset time, beavers came. A young one first so I was told. Quite close to the boat and it slapped its tail on the water. That sound is very loud. Like a loud popping baloon or something. I heard the splash as he dove under. Then more beavers came. Diving and slapping their tales. I felt badly if I was causing them stress but really enjoyed hearing the noises of the tails and the splashes as they dove. More canoeing tales in the next few days.