The train stopped at Beavermouth before continuing east toward the interior.

We spent all morning fishing along the banks of Beaverkill, hoping to catch a trout.

After the spring thaw, the field researchers cataloged beaverslides along the riverbank.

The Beaversons arrived at the festival earlier than expected, charming everyone with their homemade maple syrup.

Beaverson organized a community cleanup at the park last Saturday.

After cutting the meadow, the crew leaned the hay against the beaverslide so it could be piled into a tall, dry mound.

A towering beaverwood shaded the riverbank, its gnarled branches sheltering nesting birds.

She bought a vintage beaverette coat at the antique market.

The beaverettes built miniature dams along the stream, their tiny tails flicking as they worked.

During our hike we catalogued several beaveries along the stream, each marked by a distinct dam or lodge.