Last weekend I was driving home from a family cottage during the wee hours of the morning. I had a warm cup of tea in hand and I sipped carefully as I drove through the early fog.
It was a beautiful morning, and my head was just beginning to fill with thoughts when I drove passed a large lump on the side of the road. My heart always sinks when I drive by roadkill but this time it really sank…because the cast off lump happened to be a beaver.
I drove on for a few minutes but something told me to turn back. So I followed my gut, turned the ol’ sebring around and pulled up beside the beaver.
All I can say is that I had a moment with that beaver. A real moment. I got to touch his amazing tail, look at his incredible teeth, touch his webbed feet. It didn’t take me long to realize why this beaver had wandered up the road. There was a stream on either side of the highway, and I suppose, he was just trying to get to the other side.
I had a bit of rant on the side of the road about stupid highways and urban development ruining the habitats of animals. It only lasted a short while since I know that I am no better than the car that hit him. Our “lifestyle” impedes on animals, the environment and fellow human beings, and this is just one consequence of it. A dead beaver.
I knew he couldn’t stay on the road, so I dragged him (he was a big beaver) to the stream he came from and laid him to rest where he belongs.
Maybe stopping to appreciate a dead beaver is trivial and/or pathetic…but I am glad I stopped for that beaver. They really do have incredible tails!
highway musings 
Way to go!!! What an awesome first post! I liked the descriptive writing style