I’m lucky enough to own a piece of land that is in tree growth. The logging road through the property was recently mowed, so Chico and I went to have a look at the work. The property is right across the street from a boat launch.
But ’twas just a momentary break in the action.
The road looks nice, and neither dog nor human needs anylonger to push through ferns and briars. And the work of some beavers is even more apparent.
It’s not good for the road to be covered in water.
The forester says the pond isn’t deep enough for the beavers to over winter. I don’t know why they want to live on top of the hill; maybe it’s full-up down at lake level. It’s the devil’s own work to get beavers to move on before they are ready, so for now, I guess I’ll just keep an eye on it.