You're lucky to have seen the beavers. They're usually not out (although when they are, they inevitably crack me up--chewing on drainpipes, etc...)
Took a bike ride a couple of weeks ago on the Leslie Street Spit, which is a many-branched artificial peninsula jutting out into Lake Ontario. There were unmistakable signs of beaver: felled small trees, nibbled bark, and a small beaver lodge in one of the ponds on the spit. I haven't seen one out and swimming for years, though obviously this gives me a chance to if I wish to hang around The Park That Exists Only on Weekends.
Is he trying to gnaw through the wire mesh surrounding the tree? I guess that's a good way to trim the incisors...
Brian,
You're lucky to have seen the beavers. They're usually not out (although when they are, they inevitably crack me up--chewing on drainpipes, etc...)
Took a bike ride a couple of weeks ago on the Leslie Street Spit, which is a many-branched artificial peninsula jutting out into Lake Ontario. There were unmistakable signs of beaver: felled small trees, nibbled bark, and a small beaver lodge in one of the ponds on the spit. I haven't seen one out and swimming for years, though obviously this gives me a chance to if I wish to hang around The Park That Exists Only on Weekends.
Is he trying to gnaw through the wire mesh surrounding the tree? I guess that's a good way to trim the incisors...