Stories of wildlife here.

The other week when I went to go get a haircut, the (middle-aged) (scruffily bearded) (but conscientiously masked) (dirty blonde) barber who told me that he used to take the busses around here back when he got a DUI said that once he looked out the window of his barber shop, and there were some beavers walking by, and the best he could figure, they came out of the creek across town and were going somewhere. I asked him if he ever saw eagles around here, and he said yes, but only out in the country.