It’s beaver country. There’s a perfect nib, almost as if
they’re trying to make a pencil out of the trunk. It’s that close that the
photographer could be mistaken for doing it. Maybe he did do it to scoop something
out. Or there could be the slight reflection of eyes in the tunnel. It’s a
handy retreat should it fancy a turn in the fields (and who wouldn’t with the
sun out like that) and has a place to retreat to should something chase it. Should
that be too risky, there’s some greenery nearby. Is it the light on the leaves
as it tries to enter the abyss? It’s like the green is trying to turn blue. And
there’s a slight red wildflower that looks like it’s been hung up like a Christmas
decoration. It’s impressive that it’s been constructed out of slate and stone.
It’s a private luxury hideaway for whoever establishes their territory first.
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