We have a large pond in our backyard and we've been getting to know some of the residents. The largest inhabitants are two critters we eventually identified as muskrats. The first time we saw one we were standing on the bridge watching it swim towards us. I pointed to it, which startled it, and it quickly flipped over, making a large splash. Jay and I screeched and jumped towards each other--if there had been a chair on the dock we would have jumped up on it. We kept watching for it to come back, leaning forward on our toes in case it decided to leap out of the water and come at us like a Monty Python rabbit, but we didn't see it again that day. After diligently watching for a few weeks, we finally got a picture of one of them--we have named them Dwight and Angela, but can't yet tell them apart.
After getting a picture of Dwight (or Angela) we spotted a few frogs--the croaking keeps us up at night, but as you can see from the picture of Jay below, the pond is a peaceful little place, so we don't mind.
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You could try playing "Muskrat Love" to lure Dwight/Angela out for a proper photoshoot. Hmm, Jay seems very walden-esque in that one picture... maybe that's what he could do over the summer; write a philospohical reflection of his life.
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