On Tuesday of this week Greg carried Kacey to Cullman and Grace and I had the evening to play. When we got home we came in and put or things away and then I went out to go back to the car and there it was in the backyard, as big and pretty as you please. He took off running to the barn.
Me ~ (calling Greg on the phone) Hey are beavers mean?
Greg ~ What
Me ~ Are beavers mean?
Greg ~ I don't know why.
Me~ Because there is one in our backyard, I'm going to look for it and take a picture.
Greg ~ Are you sure it was a beaver?
So Grace and I went on a beaver hunt. We with Camera in hand. Hunted the critter since Greg was a little unbelieving.
As we start on our adventure, I tried to get Grace to go first and she was not happy with that little idea! She started singing Going on a beaver hunt going on a beaver hunt I'm not afraid!
Bear hunt ~ Narrell style.
We never saw our friend again that day, although I got to thinking it didn't have a beaver tail so it might be a gopher... So maybe it was a gopher hunt...
although we didn't see the animal again we did have a nice walk...
Happy Sunday
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