Iāve been thinking about beavers.
Yes, beavers.
Those bucktoothed little construction workers we put on our nickel.
Turns out, we Canadians may have picked the perfect national animal.
A beaver looks harmless enough. Minds its own business. Builds a nice little home. Keeps the water where it belongs.
But mess with its dam, and youāve got a problem.
And that got me thinking about Donald Trump.
I suspect the man has never met a Canadian beaver.
Which might explain a few things.
Never Underestimate a Beaver
Hereās a true story.
In the Czech Republic, government officials spent seven years planning a project to restore wetlands.
Seven years.
Plans, paperwork, permits, meetings. All the usual government machinery.
Then a colony of beavers moved in and built dams that accomplished the job themselves.
The estimated savings were roughly 1.2 million euros.
No committee meetings. No consultants. No press conferences.
Just a bunch of rodents with big teeth who apparently got tired of waiting for somebody to do something.
I like those beavers.
They remind me of Canadians.
We donāt always make a lot of noise.
But when we decide something needs doing, we can be remarkably stubborn about getting it done.
Remember the Great Canadian Ketchup Rebellion?
Back in 2013, Heinz announced it was closing its century-old plant in Leamington, Ontario.
About 740 permanent jobs were on the chopping block.
Generations of Canadian families had worked there.
Heinz decided it made better business sense to produce its ketchup elsewhere.
Fair enough. Companies make business decisions.
But hereās the thing.
So do customers.
When Frenchās started promoting ketchup made with tomatoes grown around Leamington, Canadians noticed.
And started buying it.
Lots of it.
Frenchās was an American brand, too.
Didnāt matter.
Canadians werenāt suddenly refusing everything American.
They were supporting the company that was supporting Canadian farmers.
Thatās a distinction worth remembering.
We werenāt angry at ketchup.
We were angry about what happened to our neighbours.
And Canadians have surprisingly long memories when it comes to that sort of thing.
Then Along Came Donald Trump
Trump looked north and apparently saw 40-some million people who would politely accept whatever Washington decided to throw at them.
Tariffs?
Surely weād complain for a few days and get over it.
Talk about making Canada the 51st state?
Just a little joke between friends, right?
Threaten our industries, insult our country, and treat our sovereignty like something negotiable?
What could possibly go wrong?
Well, Donald, hereās something you might want to know.
Canadians can say sorry when somebody else steps on our foot.
But that doesnāt mean weāll keep standing there waiting for the other shoe.
Weāve started changing where we shop.
Where we vacation.
Which products we buy.
Which businesses we support.
And, perhaps most importantly, which countries we can trust.
Thatās not a temper tantrum.
Thatās a change in behaviour.
And changes in behaviour can outlast the politicians who caused them.
We Donāt Have to Hate Americans
This is the part I wish more Americans understood.
Most Canadians donāt hate Americans.
We have family there. Friends there. Decades of shared history.
We grew up watching the same television programs, listening to the same music, and cheering for some of the same hockey teams.
Well, maybe not the Leafs.
Even Canadian loyalty has its limits.
But something has changed.
When your neighbour spends years telling you how valuable your friendship is, then suddenly starts threatening your livelihood and questioning your right to exist as an independent country, you tend to reconsider the relationship.
You donāt necessarily stop liking the neighbour.
You just stop leaving your spare house key under his doormat.
And you start building a better fence.
The Beaver Doesnāt Need Permission
Hereās what I find most interesting.
A beaver doesnāt spend its life arguing with the river.
It works with what it has.
Trees. Mud. Water. Determination.
And it builds something.
Thatās the lesson I think Canada needs to remember.
We can spend the next decade complaining about Donald Trump.
Or we can spend it building a country that doesnāt have to worry quite so much about what the next American president decides to do.
More Canadian manufacturing.
More trade with countries that respect us.
Better transportation and energy connections between our provinces.
More Canadian ownership of the things we depend on.
Less waiting for Washington to tell us what kind of future weāre allowed to have.
And no, we canāt accomplish all that in two days like those Czech beavers.
Weāre Canadians.
Weāll probably need at least three government studies and a federal-provincial conference before somebody picks up a shovel.
But we can get moving.
The Recap
The beaver isnāt our national animal because itās the biggest, strongest, or loudest creature in the forest.
Itās a builder.
And when its surroundings change, it gets to work changing them again.
Canadians have spent a long time being comfortable living next door to the United States.
That comfort has taken a beating.
But perhaps thereās an opportunity hiding inside all this trouble.
We can become more self-reliant, more united, and less dependent on a neighbour whose politics can change our lives overnight.
Not because we hate America.
Because we love Canada.
The Gut-Punch
Donald Trump might think heās teaching Canadians a lesson about power.
Maybe he is.
Just not the lesson he intended.
Heās reminding us that a country of builders should never become dependent on somebody elseās permission to build.
And as for that humble little beaver on our nickel?
Heās been showing us what to do all along.
Keep your head down. Keep building. And when somebody messes with your dam, remind them youāve got teeth.
Thatās not being petty.
Thatās being Canadian.
ā Fred Ferguson
GeezerWise Says
Source Credit:
Czech Nature Conservation Agency⦠Beaver dams and wetland restoration
The Canadian Press⦠Frenchās Canadian ketchup production
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Here's another one for you. If you watch the Netflix show *Below* (and you should) you'll notice Pepsi signs on every bar and store in this Newfoundland fishing town, and the locals ordering Rum and Pepsi.
I don't know if it's a paid product placement, but I do know that it's culturally accurate. After Coca-Cola closed a Newfoundland bottling plant in 1992, putting locals out of work, every bar and restaurant purged Coke products, hung up Pepsi signs, and locals started asking for a Rum and Pepsi instead of a Rum and Coke.
Now thirty years later, that's still the case and you can see it in *Below*, which my wife calls Newfie Jaws. We both really enjoyed it.
"there's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in" and how a single little flower can grow through a pile of rocks on a hillside. the grace in hardship or betrayal is the next and likely better opportunity. this has been my experience. of course it's not easy and I hope our youth today learn to cope with "not easy" in stronger more self-fulfilling ways.
Thank you Fred for the ease in your platform style and shining the light over crucial complexities during the upheaval of change.