Down a hill but visible from our back deck is a retention pond. Ever since we moved here a few years ago, my now four-year-old son and I have routinely taken the path that encircles what is only a few feet deep and muddy and populated by mostly turtles and frogs.
This fall we noticed a new occupant. There were suddenly sharp stubs of trees lining the path and the water began to rise, at first unnoticeable but then it began to overwhelm our creek and flood its banks. When I noticed a large mound of mud and branches on the other side of the pond I finally put it all together. Beavers had moved in.
B was thrilled and I thought it was pretty cool, too. I’d routinely ask him if he wanted to go see what the beaver was up to and we’d walk down the path and look at the recently chopped trees or the den they lived in. At a certain point, though, I started to take not of just how much havoc the beavers were wreaking. An alarming amount of trees were disappearing and the water was getting really high.
I guess I wasn’t the only one to pick up on this because at some point a metal grate was installed over and around the drain at the south end of the pond. As I found out later, our homeowners association had to hire someone or two to put on scuba diving gear and clear the drain of the mud and sticks the beavers had packed around it. Then B and I watched a documentary on Netflix about beavers that showed how they routinely change a dry forest into a completely different ecosystem. Other than humans, it said, beavers have the greatest affect on their environment.
Over the winter, spring, and early summer we continued to follow the beavers’ progress. Despite the cage over the drain they had managed to still stop it up so that the pond was at least a few feet higher than it should be. I found myself rooting for the beavers, they were inventive and creative and capable of foiling the humans trying to stop them.
Then a couple of weeks ago the water in the pond began to drain and even drop precipitously. I began to fear the worst. In Virginia, beavers are classified as a nuisance and as a result can not be captured and released elsewhere. They must simply be eradicated. When I ran into a member of the HOA a week ago, I asked and he whispered out of the hearing of B, “I had him killed.” I grimaced and shrugged. Somewhere inside I knew this day was coming but as I thought about it I started to get mad. The beavers are just doing what they are supposed to do. It almost seems hypocritical for humans to kill beavers. Shouldn’t we be able to co-exist?
For some reason, I told B and he took it well, just asking me why. I gave him the standard answer, that the beavers were killing too many trees and stopping up the drain. Since then we’ve had a few conversations about it. “We like the beavers, right daddy?” Yeah, we loved them. “They’ll come back, right?” Yeah, I assure him. I don’t tell him it might be another ten years. I’m sure my son will forget about it soon enough anyway, but I don’t know about me.
For months now, I’ve been hearing of the demise of Netflix, and NPR reports this morning that their shares are down 18 percent. All the hubbub is over the company’s split of its streaming and DVD-by-mail services two months ago which has resulted in a rate hike. For example, as NPR points out, a bundled plan that had cost $10 per month now costs $16 per month for existing customers. As a result, Netflix has lost around a million subscribers, and if you believe all the stories, the disaffected are so angry that they have grabbed pitchforks and are heading to company headquarters to burn it down.
The old lady and I have discussed dropping the the DVD-by-mail portion of our plan but I don’t think we could ever get rid of the streaming part. It literally is a life saver for us. B watches programs–right now it’s The Backyardigans–religiously by way of it, and we utilize the service, too, catching a few episodes of Friday Night Lights a week.
Then this past week I ventured to the local video store–we actually still have one–and rented Rio and Thor, rather than wait to receive them through Netflix. To have both for four nights, I laid out $9, which I believe is more than we pay for the DVD-by-mail portion. In that light Netflix, even under their new rates, is still a good deal. So why all the fuss then?