By Tony Hicks
Thursday, January 24th, 2008 at 12:52 pm in Uncategorized.
So three times this month I’ve taken my daughter to see the Martinez Beavers. I did my research and found out they usually come out when darkness falls. One time we stood on the sidewalk for an hour, watching the front of their den.
No can do.
We went again Tuesday, braving minus-32 degree temperatures and Arctic snow flurries. We were the only people standing there, shivering as it got dark. Homeless people were pointing and laughing at us. We went down to the Bull Dog grill (I think that’s what it’s called) and had some yummy food, and came back after dark.
I can understand why the little monsters don’t want to come out on a late Saturday afternoon, when people are crowded around the creek, some fool is letting his kids tromp around the shoreline yelling for the beavers to come out, and drivers are yelling intelligent questions from their cars as they drive by. You know, “Uh, HEY, are them BEAVERS still in the crick?”
I just want to see one dang beaver. Apparently they emerge to perform when I’m not there. They sing, jump through flaming hoops, and stage epic gladiator-style battles with a clan of river otters who live just down the creek. At least that’s what they tell me.
They’ll probably read this and bite me next time I show up.
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