The Camera Shy Mr. Muskrat

While trudging along on my late afternoon walk on the frozen Mississippi, I was surprised to see a local resident come trundling out to meet me.

An afternoon greeter

Here's a closer look at the little guy.

Mr. Muskrat

It took me a moment to realized he really was coming out to meet me. I stopped, dropped my gloves on the snow, and pulled the camera from the camera-bag. As I raised the camera to focus, Mr. Muskrat decided he was camera shy. He turned tail and headed back to shore.

A major source of enjoyment on my winter walks is reading the stories told by the tracks in the snow. I wonder what story these tracks will tell to the next reader....

Will the next track-reader know that Mr. Muskrat was camera-shy?