I was late leaving for my walk yesterday morning and a few minutes after I left, the phone rang. It was Truman. “Where are you?” he asked. “I’m almost to Sun Park Lane,” I answered. “Well, get over here. There’s a Beaver in Angler’s Cove and I think it’ll still be here when you get here.” I considered turning back, getting my longer lens and driving over but I figured it would be gone when I got there. I was wrong. It took me about 25 minutes to walk the mile and a half to Angler’s Cove and the Beaver was still there, perched on a submerged rock, grooming. Every so often it would stand, scratch its belly, swim a few laps under the bridge, and return to its grooming spot. It spent the better part of the morning there. I stopped in to check about 1 PM when I was out on an errand and it was still sitting on the same rock sunning. I hope it’s not a sign that the Beaver is ill. It didn’t seem distressed or in pain but it spent some time scratching. Right now, here at Sun City Lincoln Hills, they are doing warfare on the Beavers, including removing their dams from the creek that runs along Ferrari Pond Trail. I suppose that’s because they might have some deleterious effect on the golf course so naturally they have to go (she said facetiously).