Well, across the street to be honest. And a bit in the water.
Upon further research into the matter (via Wikipedia when I got home), I will venture to guess that it was a Eurasian beaver which, if you didn’t already know, was once completely extinct in Sweden. Starting in the 1920’s, they were reintroduced from Norway but their numbers, as far as I can gather, remain small.
We spotted this particular fellow -I am going to assume it was a male so I can use the word fellow- while walking along the bridge from Gamla Stan. There is that saying, busy as a beaver, which I have always thought was a pretty dumb saying in general, and as if to prove my point, this beaver here did not seem to be too busy at all. In fact, you might even say he was brooding. At the very least he was a bit confused. I mean, he was a beaver in the heart of the city. Questions, on both sides, would naturally arise.
As we watched him from the railing, he sniffed around for a moment in the rocks, like maybe he hoped to find some old chips or a burrito lying around from earlier. Then he kind of completely gave up and plopped down as you can see below.
It was all a bit strange. I’ll admit, I don’t think I had ever even seen a beaver before. At least not in the wild. Of course there was the time we had gone out walking with some llamas and seen a beaver dam, but that is another story and sans actual beavers. (Did you know that unless you are a small child you are not supposed to “ride” a llama?)
Anyways, a few hours later we walked by again. He was still there. It was dark and the crowd of tourists who had previously swarmed to take his picture were gone. Now he was swimming a bit, coming back every so often with a stick or two.
Perhaps he is building a dam underneath the bridge. From what I can tell, it would not be such a bad place. The location is prime, the weather nice. The fish and the tourists are ripe for the catching.