Foxglove Moments

May 8, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over the past two months I have been clearing the thick dense brush below my pond.

When finally finished, I laid out a "wisdom walk" on the hillside, suitable for contemplation, and planted ten young rhododendrons to celebrate.

The following morning I was heartsick to see that mountain beavers had munched and destroyed four of the ten plants before I could build protective cages around them.

With the brush now cleared away, I could see that the little critters had burrows all over the area.

"Pests," pronounced a neighbor from the bottom of the hill when I complained of the destruction. He suggested a way to get rid of them that was repugnant to me.

And there is a moral question here (There is always a moral question):

Since I was the one who disrupted their habitat, they may have their own opinion as to who the pest is.