Once upon a time there was a beaver swimming toward its favorite spot in the vastness of the marsh. Once in a while he was stopping to put his fingers on his mouth. Maybe chewing a tender branch, mayb

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Once upon a time there was a beaver swimming toward its favorite spot in the vastness of the marsh. Once in a while he was stopping to put his fingers on his mouth. Maybe chewing a tender branch, maybe tightening his grip on a branch he was carying. At any moment he could have get rid of the leaf on his noze, but never did.

Taken By

Yves Langlois

Taken On

December 16, 2022

Tagged

beaver rodent mammal animal wildlife