Finally our 38 part account of our three hour trip to Pike Island is winding down. As it now stands (in our story) we are walking along the shoreline back up north to the bridge.
We have been looking at trees with some affection.
But up on the north end of Pike Island there are others besides us who have taken an interest in the trees, a professional interest. Check this out:
And this:
That's beavers!
I didn't actually see any beavers, which took a fair bit of the fun out of it. There were just dozens of dozens of trees that had been chewed down by beavers. It was interesting, but their purpose was unclear. The only nearby body of water was the Minnesota River channel to the Mississippi. Besides not seeming particularly dammable, no effort in that direction was made. The trees simply lay where they fell.
Perhaps the beavers were just keeping in shape?
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