When a Beaver has to go... he has to go!

I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago.  Things got busy and I never posted it.

This last Sunday, a friend of mine and I traveled up to the place where we will be having or annual men's group retreat.   This year, my friend (Village Beaver) and I are organizing the retreat so we went up to scope out the area and do a little planning.  The retreat center is in the Hood Canal area, and therefore about a three hour drive with a ferry. 

We originally planned to stay Sunday night, and return on Monday.  We finished our stuff and decided to come home.  We left about 6 and got horribly lost when we tried to drive around via the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.  Which, by the way, was backed up for two miles because of construction. 

We pulled into our driveway about 10:30 - 10:45.  Over the course of our drive, I mentioned that Mrs. eSquared was out of town, and the only the cat was waiting for me at home.

[sidenote:] Old Crow is very much like a real crow in the respect of her vigilance of being a watch-crow.  She is ever-watchful at her post in the upstairs window.  Her sentry abilities are second only to elite military units.  Either when I come, or go, I can see her beady eyes peering down at me from her window.  She wont just acknowledge and move on; she continues to stare even though she knows its me.  Its unnerving.

So... Village Beaver pulls his van (unknown to Old Crow) into the driveway and we both get out.  Me to unpack my gear and him (I think) to help. 

Not so.  VB b-lines across the front yard and starts to urinate.

I was oblivious to this.

The next thing I hear is Old Crow: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING... HEY"!

Still clueless... I say, "Its ok, [Old Crow] he's with me."

By this time, Village Beaver has stopped his stream, and is frantically looking for somewhere out of the spotlight to continue.

I'm beginning to realize what's going on, and start to laugh.  Mostly out of embarrassment.

While I'm nervous-laughing, my inner critic recaps the situation...

• Your friend is peeing on the front lawn.
• [Old Crow] caught him.
• She is standing on the porch, correction, she is walking toward you
• In her old-lady nightgown
• Yup, that's about it - what are YOU going to do?

Old Crow came down the stairs and heads for me.  I am vaguely aware that VB has moved to the other side of the lawn (further from Old Crow).

Standing in front of me, Old Crow greets me in her usual way?  "Oh... it's you."

Seconds later, Village Beaver has both Old Crow and I laughing.  For the life of me, I don't remember what he said.  He climbed back into his van, and sped away.  Old Crow climbed back to her sentry post, and I just stood there wondering what happened... as usual.