Yesterday morning was a super high tide and the water level rose past the secondary dams and easily over the first. It gushed through the muskrat passage at the main dam and filled up the lodge pond with a healthy amount of water that was lovely to see. A huge log floated or was dragged downstream into the creek and dad could be seen bringing willow branches into the old lodge, where one can only assume our elusive kits are still hiding out.
Last night Cheryl thought that passage had been officially plugged, even the muskrats had to walk around the hard way. The tunnel area was obviously a mixed blessing and they weren’t sure they wanted to give it up. It was a useful way to sneak by pesky photographers, and a handy cove for sitting and munching without prying eyes. Still, it drained away their precious water and I think they were getting the idea that water is not going to be replaced any time soon. A true approach-approach beaver conflict where the scales were finally tipped.
Hmmm…I wonder what will happen next?
