Recently, while looking out a back window, Tim spied a well-worn path from the riverbank into the sparse woodland at the bottom of the hill behind our home. Eager to get a closer look, we put on our boots and clomped down the steep slope.
Yes, there definitely was a path, but no, we couldn’t determine the identity of our visitor. Maybe a raccoon, we thought; or perhaps one of the river otters we sometimes see around this time of year.
We should be so lucky.
Tim’s trail camera has revealed our busy, nocturnal friend is a beaver.
And unfortunately, this one is doing his best to earn his reputation as a mover and a shaker. In short order, he’s taken out every tree I’ve planted on the terrace near the river, including the small dogwood (Cornus) you can see in the photos.
Hmmm…maybe coyotes aren’t so bad after all.