All tallied up

In the last week Porter's Lake offered me
many sightings both good and bad:

a beaver dead on the side of the highway. It's a shame because his fur really did look as soft as those beaver fur ear muffs I had as a child. My best to his fam.

the poor eel that squirmed in the hands of a worker who thought it would be funny to throw in at a truck.

many nematodes and platyhelminthes in the ditch beside the Musquodobit Industrial Park. They were all different, cohabiting the polluted water so pleasantly.

a one-legged grasshopper who had survived the excavator. It'll grow back.

The poor mouse who was stripped from his home. I thought the pipe was going to crush him as it descended down on him from the hoe bucket but he managed to escape into the bushes. It made me wonder how many tiny animals are buried alive when they excavate and how often it goes unnoticed.

The smell of pine from 10's of metres away as the bucket levelled several trees. The smell was amazingly strong and reminded me of Christmas.

It was all put behind me as I drove home yesterday at dusk and spotted the blue heron flying low over the overpass and my car and into the marshes.