Arts and crafts


Indulge your senses in this selection of artwork celebrating the beaver’s return to Britain. Music, poetry, short stories, painting, illustration, ceramics, film, plasticine, needlework, what else can you think of?…. and what can you submit to us at @beavertrust?

Jo Wright


Silent swimmer, slipping through silken meniscus of green reflecting watery light.

Unpaid worker, clearing brambles,
coppicing trees. cleaning water, inventing ponds.

Generous host, making homes
for plants, insects, newts and fish.

Creator of jobs for otter and heron.

Bold author of re-imagined headwaters,
unconscious sequester,
fierce protector, little person.

Please come back to a river near me.

Chris Jones, Cornwall Beaver Project, July 2020

Lizzie Harper

I found you curled like a cat,
on a ledge above the water,eyes shut,
deep in slumber.

Water chuckled past,
leaves danced and scraped,
your ears failed you.

Admiring the perfection of whisker,
nose and fur, I wondered how
you, perfect predator, found enough
in this tiny stream.

I squeaked as to call my cat,
your eyes opened, fixed on mine,
you uncoiled like rope, slipped into your element.

Gone, in no hurry, as if to say
I’m not scared of you,
just can’t stand your company.

Chris Jones, Beaver Trust, July 2020

Castor Trail

We search for signs among waterways –

Scent mounds sculpted from loam

A corset of teeth marks,

Shaping trunks into hourglasses

Flattened rushes, juicy heads of irises

Crudely stripped of their yellow flags.

Flattened paths through riverbank reeds,

Paddle shaped tracks in the mud –

A stick gliding through water

Like a submarine’s periscope.

It’s a game of belief.

The signs are there

But the beaver remains elusive, mocking

With its catch-me-if-you-can calling cards.

Always will o’ wisp.

Always one step beyond.

Lizzy Lister – July 2020
Jon Wagner

Beavers with borders song

Song clip

Castor Aspersions

Beaver, beaver, beyond here, over there

My what big teeth, glands and tail you wear

Just look at your rich glossy hat… I mean coat

Fear not, you won’t stock my pelt-trade boat

When I think of you I get goosebumps and shiver

You clever little engineer and repairer of rivers

Imagine what glorious deeds together we could do

If only homo sapiens gave more space to you

But sometimes you can be a right pain in the arse

Especially when messing with Victorian draina(r)ge

A small price to pay to breathe life back to Britain

Is love too strong a word for being rodent-smitten?

Whisper in my lughole, tell me the elixir

How do I fix my beaver fever?

By James Wallace, Hudson Bay Nature Restitution Company 16th October 2020

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