When I look towards the lake, I see a graveyard of aspen stumps, like sharpened pencils poking out of the land. Seventy trees are gone.
We foolishly took down the green wire fence that had protected us from beaver chew, thinking they might remove a few big ones that were blocking our view.
Instead, we have devastation. We came early April to put the fence back up, but there was too much snow. A month later, they had chewed down even more.
The little memorial I had made for our cat, Smooch, once nestled among the aspen, now lies exposed.
Every time I look out the window, I feel uncomfortable. I am hoping that on our next visit, the green leaves that will be out on the remaining trees will help. It will take years for the little ones left to grow to a decent height.
For now, the stumps are reminders of how important our newly installed green wire fence is!