So much activity in the natural world takes place at dusk as light fades and shadows lengthen. Took my camera to a darkish cove at a local pond last evening. Suddenly, a beaver emerged from the coal-colored water and began slowly cruising back and forth. It studied me as I studied it, each assessing the other. Nearby, a thrush was fluting its ethereal metallic trill as catbirds carried on in the shrubby undergrowth. Get out there....
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