The creek, which was a mere trickle at the bottom of it's deep sandy bed, is today a rushing, brown river. I'm glad the old stick-dams were removed before the winter; the water can run on by without backing up and flooding.
My neighbour told me that they were indeed old beaver lodges and dams. But where are the beavers now? Probably the same place as many turkeys, a few cats, the rooster and the peahen... inside a coyote.
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