Yesterday Clare and I had a day out in Devon. The principal target was the River Otter Beavers, and we opened with a longish walk along the river looking for evidence of their presence and favoured areas. To my surprise we found nothing like the amount of positive evidence that is present all along the River Ericht in Scotland and although I had done my research and was fairly sure from little things I saw, I couldn't quite rid myself of nagging doubts as to whether or not we had the right stretch of river.
These doubts were allayed by two separate old ladies who regularly walked the riverbank and gripped us off fairly severely with respective tales of Beavers progressively dismantling trees and stripping bark right in front of them. One of them pointed out to us the spot where the regular local beaver-watchers congregate. In addition I spotted a truncated branch tip (dunno how I missed it earlier) showing the distinctive chomp marks of razor-sharp incisors. The river had masses of Blackcaps along it and a healthy Kingfisher population: judging from frequency and numbers of sightings (and some fighting) we definitely had a couple or more pairs along the section we walked.
As it was now mid-morning and the chances of seeing any beaver action until evening were small, we left the site and headed to Aish Tor to photograph High Brown Fritillaries. Easier said than done..... both High Brown and Dark Green Fritillaries occur here, but the principal problem was that neither species seemed disposed to stop at all, scorching around over the bracken-covered hillsides at speeds best measured by Mach number. After two and a half hours we had positively identified photos of both species but not exactly competition winners! On the plus side Clare nailed a cracking Green Hairstreak still looking very fresh. We took a break for drinks and sarnies, then returned to the fray, but it was late afternoon before the butterflies moderated their high-speed antics and began to perch for seconds at a time to feed on bramble flowers. We ended up fairly pleased with our efforts, but it was possibly the hardest work photographing wildlife I've done this year.
Clare spotted a Stoat at the edge of the closed tarmac road, and we had good but brief views of it running to and fro between the vegetated hillside and a drystone wall marking the boundary of the open tor. She staked the site out for some time but of course it wouldn't show for the camera.
We left the tor to return to the River Otter and an evening beaver stakeout at the spot one of our elderly acquaintances had advised, and saw another Stoat briefly by the side of the road not far from the village where we parked to walk along the river. As we walked in, we checked a weir for Dipper (Clare had seen one for a few seconds in the morning) but the presence of a fly-fisherman ruled that out. Further up we had three Grey Wagtails, two juveniles and an adult.
Up at our chosen spot we found a local already patiently waiting. He told us someone else had seen an Otter with a cub the previous evening, and there were recent sightings of beavers, which was definitely reassuring. While we waited we had several Kingfisher sightings and a Dipper showed a few times on small gravelly rapids a little below where we waited.
There were small fish jumping and lunging at flies at the water surface, and we kept seeing ripples emanating from under the opposite bank right in front of us, without ever seeing the animal causing them. When occurring the ripples were constant - a normal feature of aquatic mammals which are constantly in motion - but we kept seeing distinct and lengthy breaks as if the animal was retreating up the bank away from the water and then returning. It was all very puzzling: a Water Shrew or Mink would have moved left or right along the bank to places we could see it: an Otter would have been less circumspect: fish produce ripples as they break the surface but those do not persist.
At about ten to eight Clare hissed "There's a Beaver!" as she had spotted an adult European Beaver floating among debris retained by a fallen tree. It quickly vanished back among the tree branches and we were left on tenterhooks until it re-emerged from the point where the ripples had started again. I was astonished: it hadn't seemed to me the overhang could accommodate this large animal, but there you go.... The Beaver dived just before I got the camera lined up and all I recorded was its disappearing rump.
There was a further period of tension before it again glided into view and for the following forty minutes gave a command performance only yards away from us. We saw beaver doing home improvements (the lodge was right there), beaver feeding on leaves and branches, beaver neatly chopping bark from fallen tree branches: swimming, diving, waddling mostly up onto the bank so we could see part of that remarkable rubbery paddle stuck on the back end. Breathtaking stuff! Emerging this early of course there was a sensible amount of light so cameras were in frequent action, though we did also take time to just enjoy the experience.
Eventually the animal set off up-river and rather than follow it we wended our way back to the car and onwards to our last stop of the evening, a Hazel Dormouse stakeout. Unfortunately Roger's dormice hadn't performed by 2300, when we had agreed we would head home. It was not a moment too soon, because I was absolutely shattered and drove well below the speed limit much of the way home, not feeling up to going faster. Arrive alive is the watchword.
Obviously I am content to give regulars who would like directions to closer Beavers than Scotland, exact information. However, there is a question in my mind as to whether or not to publicise the exact site on here. The Beavers are fairly solidly established. The locals - both in and not in favour (the latter being anglers) - know exactly where they are, and there is plenty of information available for a keen person to find and see them. Presumably one of the arguments for them is enhanced tourism: it certainly wouldn't be right to expect that and not give Springwatchers a fighting chance of scoring. Against that there is a rather weak bleat from the DWT to not harass the youngsters, who are actually not likely to feel harassed as they don't have a model for assessing humans. I didn't have help from DWT and owe them no duty of confidence. What does the congregation think?
Stand by for Awesome Beaver Shots!
John