On a mid-week late evening, we visited the far bog where beavers are making their latest local community. Not every visit leads to any excitement but we were lucky this day. This beaver suspected we were around but apparently wasn’t sure where. I caught this image as he paddled toward us. Moments later he saw us and with a tremendous slap with his tail, went deep while simultaneously reversing direction.

It is time for frogs and the woods to re-awaken. I heard some frog-like chirping while walking by the bog. When I approached too close, they all went quiet. But, I saw one looking at me (see him/her? at just left of center).

A look at the beaver’s house after a not-so-bad winter. There is freshly stripped wood scattered around and on top of the den.

At the far bog, more work product of the beavers is on display.