Sunday, Puffy Sunday...

...wherein your humble narrator alters the Sunday theme ever-so-slightly.

When I think of beaver, I think of, well, places like Canada and points generally northward. I didn't know we had them around here.

Driving home from town with friends this afternoon, we all simultaneously expressed surprise at the beaver on the side of the road. I asked the driver if we could make the block and swing back around so I could snap a pic. Got out to look and it was a marvel.

Here's a photo. I think it must have been about a 50 pounder, bloating aside. You can see it's quite large next to the rather large human foot at the left of the image.

Back on the road after the beav's big close-up, one friend got a call from his wife and they talked for a couple minutes, and he said "we had to take a five minute detour because we wanted to get a better look at a fat, furry puffy beaver." She laughed maniacally and didn't ask for details. I think she must get all manner of oddities from this character, but based on her reaction, I'd say he married quite well.