This morning I took my dog for a walk along one of the rail trail sections south of Peterborough. At one point my dog ahead of me started barking at the frozen ditch alongside. As I came up to him I could see where the ice was opened up and a Beaver had been. There were plenty of Beaver tracks around, crossing the trail in a couple of places. In the wood behind the ditch more than twenty large poplars, one about two feet in diameter, had had the bark chewed away to a height of about three feet. A little further on the ditch flowed out off a marsh over a Beaver dam. Near the trail in the marsh there was a Beaver lodge, and again the dog ahead of me stopped by the lodge and I could see that he was listening to something, turning his head from side to side. When I reach him I too could hear the sounds. It was Beaver kits mewing inside the lodge

Categories: Sightings

Drew Monkman

I am a retired teacher, naturalist and writer with a love for all aspects of the natural world, especially as they relate to seasonal change.