Canada’s national animal is a bucktoothed rodent. So typical of Canadian unpretentiousness. Yet the beaver was instrumental to the creation of this country--its highly valued hide was used to feed the felt fashion frenzy.
One would assume that beavers roam the land in abundance. Yet I have not spotted a beaver in the wild. That is, not until today.
I drive by the dilapidated buildings and abandoned rail tracks of the old Steep Rock iron mine site. There! A big black furry animal scurry past the front of my car. I grab my camera but he senses my presence and speeds up. He jumps into his home habitat, the pond nearby. I get closer. He dives and disappears. (Sorry, the photo is a bit fuzzy.)
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