It's definitely impossible to write anything about muskrats without humming along to Muskrat Love in the background...one of those little ear worm thingies la da da da, candle light...so I'll just put it out there right now, and after you've finished reading this, you can go to
It's definitely a muskrat, and definitely heading towards the shore, with purpose and intent. Why so definite? Because beavers are much bigger, and as you can see, there are no tasty trees on this beach for a beaver to trim down and feel safe while doing so. Like this...
So, now, back to the sandy shore and Sammy Muskrat...I took that first shot, and blinked, and he was gone - he'd totally disappeared! No tell tail - er, tale - wake, no little brown head bobbing further away,
So, I ventured a little closer.
Ha! The little bugger has a hidey hole home, right at the water's edge, and obviously, he had leapt ever so quickly -or slithered, whatever, right down into it! Clever 'skrat.
So I waited, and of course, he did reappear in pretty short order.
He posed for a split second, and then faster than you can say lickety split, turned tail, and headed off up river ...likely looking for some furry piece of fluff to share his dark and murky den.
NOW, you can listen to Cap't and Tennille...
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