I braved the cold today to check on the muskrats. Luckily, I had hand warmers, because it took about twenty minutes before I heard one moving around in and out of the bushes on the shoreline. Finally, it scooted into some branches further off shore where I could see him.
Kind of.
I hit the button to take several photos, when he stopped nibbling, went still and listened.
You have to wonder, was he thinking, “Don’t tell me the stalker is back again!”
I snapped a couple more photos and he looked right at me.
I snapped a couple more and whoosh . . .
he was gone.
I did get a very good look at his tail though, and all doubts over whether he was a small beaver or a muskrat are gone. The tail was rat like.
Muskrat it is!