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A golden sunrise
With the exception of the golden sunrise, this post has All Beavers & Cats.

Don’t look now, Bertha, but there is a stupid paparazzo over there on the other side of the river voyeurizing us.
Avocados, Tomatoes, Loki



Three beavers, two snuggling, on the river bank at dusk.



Spunk thinks he is cuter than any stinking beaver.






Wynona grooming on the bank at dusk.






Many Faces of Silver with Avocados and Tomatoes.

Morning sky. White hot flames.


There were six beavers on the other side of the bank, eating, grooming, and lounging around. It was dusk, so it was too dark to see them in the above photo. We could see them clearly with binoculars.



Spunk dreams

We had thunderstorms roll through this afternoon. We got 4/100 of an inch of rain. The temperature dropped from 92ºF (33.3ºC) to 68ºF (20ºC) in a matter of minutes.