The city protects some trees with chicken wire. There are big, old trees near the water you can see chicken wire patterns embedded in the bark. Last spring Luka chased a beaver into the water at the marina. It swam circles around her, pausing to thwap! it’s wide tail at her. She’d never have caught it, but if she did; I shudder to think how badly a beaver would fuck her up. She’s on the hunt. Normally, I keep her leashed up whenever we near beaver dens. She’ll stop, lift her nose high in the air, eyes closed and smiling as she smells them on the wind.