On an early morning last week, I drove out to one of my favourite spots. There was a beaver swimming about its business...beavers flap their tails against the water, creating a powerful noise, in order to warn family members of danger.
Shortly afterwards when I was standing on the old Bailey bridge, I heard a pack of wolves howling at a short distance. This got my heart racing and I decide to get into my truck just in case they were heading towards me.
I continued upon my day with some gardening.
Towards the end of the evening, I needed to unwind and burned some sage.
I made a little fire and enjoyed a peaceful quiet evening.