Cameras on Trees

Peering into the animal world

A week or two ago, I crawled around on my hands and knees in the soft muck along the edge of a beaver pond. The beavers had been busy, as is their wont. They’d started on a few young hornbeams, and a small beech near the water was chewed nearly all the way through. It looked like two Ticonderoga pencils meeting at their tips—by some miracle it was still…