Okay, so I don't know if this will become a Thanksgiving tradition around here, but this morning started off by donning waders (funny trousers, according to Marmy) and destroying the beaver dam. Not just poking at it with a stick, but getting into the cold water and ripping the thing apart.
We took a 20 foot length of 3 inch PVC pipe to act as our culvert, strapped to the buggy. It was a bit like jousting with the trees driving down the road, but we made it.
Stud Muffin started by trimming away some of the branches from a tree which the (&%^$%$$# beaver has caused to fall across the creek.
Then there was nothing left to do but actually climb down in there and start removing branches one by one.
It didn't take long for the water to start flowing. Keeping it going was going to be the challenge!. Using a stick helps!
I took a turn as well, but sitting on the dam was easier on my back. However, even with the waders, my butt was cold!!
See the pipe next to me? I was digging down in the silt to keep the pipe under water as much as possible. BTW, leaf mold and mud smell like *ss!
Pipe in place, concrete blocks from under the bridge keep the pipe from floating away. The bank has eroded away so much that the blocks weren't doing anything to hold the bridge up. Guess I can't drive over it until we do something about that! Like win the lottery!
Water flows through the pipe and no matter how high Monsieur Beaver rebuilds the dam, the water will keep flowing! Hopefully, he and his family will relocate much further away. On somebody's else property.
Is that mean of me?!?