The muskrats came out last weekend in a big way. Everywhere I looked there they were: sitting on the ice, swimming around, and piled up on logs! On the south side of the bog, a juvenile swam right up to me and let out the cutest little squeak! Then he swam away, but popped up to my right, squeak, and he swam away again. Each time he swam away, he’d pop up in a different spot and let out a little squeak. For a brief moment I considered scooping him up and taking him home, but I figured my squirrels would get jealous and start chewing everything up!