The dog was sniffing and, I fear, eating a bit of grass to help his digestion. For whatever reason, we had stopped for a moment and I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. This is typical for how I see things on the riverbank: I’m not usually looking at it but something catches my attention. This little muskrat had snuck up into the long grass and was having a good nosh. It was quite still and for awhile I wasn’t sure my eyes weren’t just looking at a stump. These rodents are less than half the size of a beaver but similar shape and, most distinctively, a rat-like thin tail.