A Constant Struggle.

Now that the beavers are back, the b.h. is once again having to clear out the drainpipe in our pond every day. And then, every night at dusk, often when we are returning from a walk with the dogs, we spot the beavers out there packing it back up again, and he shakes his fist in their general direction and curses loudly.
Right now he is out there with a length of PVC pipe trying to loosen a giant clump of pine straw. I daresay (and I only dare because he is outside) that he enjoys this a little.