Late yesterday afternoon the sun peeked out of the clouds, just before the it dipped below the treetops. I waffled on taking a walk with the camera. It was getting dark. It was chilly. I had things I should be doing.
But I went. Because I hadn’t taken a walk in like, forever.
And I discovered something new . . .
I was standing still, very still, watching a pair of robins feasting on fall berries, when I heard the sound of water moving, as if something was swimming. I tiptoed between the crunchy leaves until I had a clear view through the bushes to the lake and gasped.
I’d found muskrat’s getting their den ready for winter. Right. Off. Shore.
I watched the pair for forty minutes or more, swimming out into the lake a few feet, then coming back to the hut to drop things on top of it.
I wish the light had been better.
When I pushed down on the camera button, it sound like Cli . . . . . ick.
There were two of them, Muskrat Susie and Muskrat Sam perhaps? (Okay, that dates me just a little bit)
You can bet I’ll be going lakeside again tomorrow. This time, I’ll go a little earlier AND bring my monopod to stabilize the camera in low light.
I want to catch some sharp clear pictures of these two before they winter up.
And since I’m about to embark on Cooper’s third adventure, the research wouldn’t hurt either.