Dangerous Dan was the only porcupine at home on this sunny, cold, icy afternoon. He was not interested in having company. I headed over to check on the beavers next. All of the branches from my last delivery had been removed, and the hole had frozen over again:
The hole by the dam had reopened, however, so the beavers were able to get downstream to their food supply and I did not need to provide them with more branches.