I got to that trail along Governor’s Lake and the Chain of Lakes extension nice and early at 4.30 am. I certainly was the only one there but before long a heron squawked, and a loon cried its long-drawn-out sound indicating the morning has begun. A wild rabbit scurried across the trail. When a human appeared, I was told by that friendly morning person that she saw a beaver in the lake working on home improvement. It was on top of its lodge adding wood branches to its dome.
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