Wednesday, November 10, 2010
November 10, 2010
I watch for some time as this little fellow climbs out of the waters up the steep bank into the tall mountain marsh grasses to cut and gather material for winter house keeping. His presence in the grass marked only by the movement of the grasses themselves. Then I watched him slip off the bank into the water with a mouthfull and swim along the bank only to dissapear underwater with his bounty headed for an unseen underground burrow. This little chore is repeated over and over. they are sure busy.