Every winter we see a temporary rise in the population here abouts. I’m not crazy about new neighbours, so I’m glad that they usually seem to stay out of my territory, building their huts on the hard water about two miles down the bay from us.
These neighbours are mostly male two-leggers. They spend most of their time in their huts, sometimes alone, sometimes together. Some of them have special panels on their huts that convert the sunlight to something called electricity. This allows them to do some light cooking and to watch sports on their noisy boxes.
They drink beer a lot, too, some of them. Sometimes, when they erect one of their huts in my territory, they leave cases of this beer stuff behind. I hate to see it go to waste, so I bring it back home and enjoy it while I monitor goings on from my watching rock. Until Elizabeth notices…. She doesn’t like me indulging in any way whatsoever. I don’t know why. I figure I burn enough calories chewing through the tin cans to get the good stuff inside… Perhaps its because it makes me burp a lot.
It seems that these hut two-leggers spend more time at their huts on weekends. We were coming home from work on Saturday when I noticed some activity in the village, so I asked Elizabeth if she would go back and take a picture so I could show you. The dwellings are very primitive as you can see. The one that sometimes goes up on my patrol route is actually a tent! That makes it much easier for me to access. It also means I can tell you about one of the other, very strange features I’ve noticed about these huts… They have holes in the floor! The two-leggers who live inside dangle strings that have hooks with tiny fish impaled on them (ouch!). The two-leggers sit for hours watching those holes. Then, when they notice any movement of the line, they quickly go to that hole and pull up the string. And what do you know? The tiny little fish has grown to monster size!