I’ve noticed evidence of some significant tree terrorism during my morning drive. This is no twig of a tree, and this damage was inflicted by no slouch of a beaver. The scratches go up about waist high. There are other trees with damage, but this is the worst in the area.
The stinkers are not concerned about hiding their handiwork, witness all the shavings on the ground. They have left a muddy streak leading up out of the pond bank straight to their favorite munching spot.
There are two lodges on the banks of the pond. Here is one.
Our assumption is that the offenders will be “humanely trapped and relocated” by agents of the property management company, but for now, I’m finding enjoyment in watching the beavers’ progress.
