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Local Column

Cheeky Mama: I am not Mother Nature

Instinctively, most mothers want to help the little ones. 

I consider myself very motherly and an animal lover. Finding out the hard way that I am not even close to being Mother Nature was a sad feat.

Living in DeKalb County, we are no strangers to wildlife. With so much of our county being farmland, animals have a lot of room to roam. 

We see majestic deer regularly, sneaky coyotes, red foxes and smell the fresh manure in the morning.  

We must not forget the crazy critters such as the little mice, chipmunks and other rodents. They are a nuisance when it comes to sidewalks, driveways and dogs barking at them.  Besides that, they really don’t cause much trouble.  

This is why I had no qualms about helping out a little beaver in his time of need.

You see, recently I stopped at the Interstate 88 oasis for gas. Afterward, I was on the ramp heading west, when I saw a decent-sized beaver waddling toward the wall of the ramp.  

I couldn’t believe my eyes. If Hannah Jo was in the car she would have been awestruck.

Anyway, I looked behind me and didn’t see any cars, so I thought “I have to stop. This little guy is going to get run over if I don’t do something.” 

I needed to guide him back to the ravine.  But how was I to do that?

I checked in the back of my car and found a clipboard I use at school.  So I proceed to walk toward the beaver and shoo him back to the grass.

I must have frightened him with the clipboard, because he charged at me and almost got stuck under my dress.  

Needless to say, I totally flipped out. I was dazed and confused. 

Checking to see if I had any scratches or bite marks, I ran back to my car. As I was, I saw a truck driver who had seen the whole thing. He was laughing his butt off while giving me a thumbs-up.  

As I was looking out the windshield and putting my car in gear, the little bugger took off into the grass.  

This was not what I intended to happen. I thought for sure it would have been a friendly encounter.  

So my motherly instinct apparently doesn’t work on wildlife.

• Becca Hirst is a proud DeKalb resident who writes about her life as a working mother. She hopes to bring more enjoyment to and less shaming and judging of herself and other mothers. Reach her at 

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