I was walking in the woods, the thick layer of oak leaves dampened but still rustling, when I heard a sound. I turned my head to see this activity not twenty feet from me.
I went out this morning at 7:30 and walked to the field across the road. It was a cold hour, but so rewarding.
In April, I saw this massive tree trunk that beavers had started work on.
In October, I see they have returned to work on the project.