Moving beavers...

The last three mornings have started with the digital twitter of a cellphone reporting a newly arrived text. I’m halfway expecting these messages, so I turn on the phone shortly after waking and start to brush my teeth while it boots up and locates the WiFi signal. Sure enough, “another beaver in a trap”… so by six in the morning I’m pulling out of our driveway for the third day in a row; settling in for an hour of high-speed (and high-consequence) wheel wiggling and pedal pushing while I peer out of a glass shield stained in bug guts. It will be close to 100 F by early afternoon—but I wear pants and rubber boots.