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Old Man Coyote Waits a Long Time
Old Man Coyote lay stretched out in his favorite napping place on the Green Meadows. He was thinking of how just that morning he had discovered that Paddy the Beaver was living up in the Green Forest. Old Man Coyote’s thoughts seemed very pleasant to himself, although really they were very dreadful thoughts. You see, he was thinking how easy it was going to be to catch Paddy the Beaver, and what a splendid meal he would make. This thought made him lick his chops.
“He doesn’t know I know he’s here,” thought Old Man Coyote. “In fact, I don’t believe he even knows that I am anywhere around. Of course, he won’t be watching for me. He cuts his trees at night, so all I will have to do is hide right close by where he is at work, and he’ll walk right into my mouth. Sammy Jay knows I was up there this morning, however Sammy sleeps at night so he will not sound the alarm. My, my, how good that Beaver will taste!” He licked his chops once more, then yawned, and closed his eyes for a nap.
Old Man Coyote waited until jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had gone to bed behind the Purple Hills and the Black Shadows had crept out across the Green Meadows. Then, keeping in the darkest of them, and looking very much like a shadow himself, he slipped into the Green Forest. He made straight for Paddy’s new pond, trotting along swiftly without making a sound. When he was near the aspen trees which he knew Paddy was planning to cut, he crept forward very slowly and carefully. Everything was still as still could be.
“Good!” thought Old Man Coyote. “I am here first, and now all I need to do is to hide and wait for Paddy to come ashore.”
So he stretched himself flat behind some brush close beside the little path Paddy had made up from the edge of the water and waited. It was very still, so still that it seemed almost as if he could hear his heart beat. He could see the little stars twinkling in the sky and their own reflections twinkling back at them from the water of Paddy’s pond. Old Man Coyote waited and waited. He is very patient when there is something to gain by it. For such a splendid dinner as Paddy the Beaver would make he felt that he could well afford to be patient. So he waited and waited, and everything was as still as if no living thing but the trees were there. Even the trees seemed to be asleep.
At last, after a long, long time, he heard just the faintest splash. He pricked up his ears and peeped out on the pond with the hungriest look in his yellow eyes. There was a little line of silver coming straight towards him. He knew that it was made by Paddy the Beaver swimming. Nearer and nearer it drew. Old Man Coyote chuckled way down deep inside, without making a sound. He could see Paddy’s head now, and Paddy was coming straight in, as if he hadn’t a fear in the world.
Almost to the edge of the pond swam Paddy. Then he stopped. In a few minutes he began to swim again, and this time it was back in the direction of his house, and he seemed to be carrying something. It was one of the little food logs he had cut that day, and he was taking it out to his storehouse. Then back he came for another. And so he kept on, never once coming ashore. Old Man Coyote waited until Paddy had carried the last log to his storehouse and then, with a loud whack on the water with his broad tail, he dove and disappeared in his house.
Then Old Man Coyote rose up, deeply disappointed, and started out to look elsewhere for his dinner.
Continue Paddy’s story at:
BEAVER Video #33
BEAVER Video #34
Timberrrrrrr Take 2!
Paddy the Beaver has managed to balance his work beyond belief leaving just a few bites undone!
It was so tempting to walk over and just push this tree over, however I left it to unfold naturally with Paddy and Mother Nature writing the story.
Here is more of this magic act seen a few days later from every angle.
The tree is only resting on a few thin branches up above and really just needs one good push from Old Mother West Wind.
Collection of BEAVER videos #1-44 on PINTEREST
From January 2019 to March 2020 signs of beaver activity near my home in the hilltowns of Massachusetts were P.L.A.Y.-fully captured in photos and videos to share these wonder and awe filled adventures with you.