The Leaves are mostly on the ground at this point. The days are warm, but nights are cold. We can see snow on the far peaks in the green mountains. I am still battling the beavers each morning. All night they carry branches and small trees to the culvert. They use rocks, mud and trees to try to dam it up. In the morning I put on high rubber boots to wade into the deepened stream as a result of their efforts. I pull the branches out of the culvert and throw the rocks across the road. I shovel the mud away from the stream and gradually the water level drops. Another victory against the beavers. If I miss a day they win. I do not let that happen. Before I attack the culvert, I bring them apples and young poplar up to the main pond. They come when I clap three times to let them know that it is the apple lady and not some dangerous interloper.
