The seasons change subtly, but predictably at Rauhallinen Farm. Now in my third Fall here, I am more adept at noticing small gradations of change on a daily basis, both in emergence and recession. The beaver in Spring Creek was working diligently as we passed this evening, at times swimming powerfully and slapping with his massive tail. I think, as a function of growing up with cartoons, most Americans have not a clue just how large this creature truly is. Seeing a beaver chewed tree of over 12 inches in diameter also creates interest and disbelief. The bird migration is beginning to take the initial step of having summer residents return to the feeders in force, soon to be joined by our visitors from the Arctic regions, some of whom will stay and those that go further south. After looking at a revised weather report for this holiday weekend, I have rescheduled the Trap Hills backpacking trip until Fall color in late September or early October, as the temperatures are slated now to hit near 90F on Saturday. Neither Benny nor his owner do well in heat.
"Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast."