Ugghhhh—no muskrat meat for me! 🙂

I use to go back there when I was little, it was like a different world for me, I got to do things with Grandpa that I could only dream of back home.

Those little cute things like the one you cut loose from your neighbor’s fence are something else.

Grandpa did not seem to mind their living off of his land and going into both the small lake and the pond that he use to have, plus up and down the creek that fed both.

I enjoyed watching them, then one summer when I went back Grandpa had no lake nor did he have a pond.

It seems that those cute little muskrats dug in to the dams that held back the water for his live stock. There was nothing to be seen of either of them.

Grandpa set about building them all over again, and I got to see them finished before I headed back to California.

When I came back the next summer, the dams were gone again, and this time Grandpa had one dump truck after another hauling in glass pop bottles.

The bulldozer would lay down a layer of dirt and the dump trucks would lay down a layer of coke and pepsi and other glass bottles, then Grandpa would drive a dozer over the glass bottles till they all were shattered. Then came another load of dirt.

This went on till both dams were completely rebuilt. In fact they were larger than ever before.

Grandpa said that he wanted them to live but they had to let live on his property. He told me that if they tried to dig again (ever) into one of his earth dams, their little paws would get cut and they would quit digging where they were not to be.

I still saw them, and from then on they swam in the lake and the pond, they also went up and down the creek too. They dug their homes in the sides of the creek bed.

One last comment, some people eat muskrat too. Never tried them, but I would say that you might have missed out on a free meal? 🙂

I’m laughing right now thinking of Pete doing the silent laugh. I’ll make you a new sign soon to hang over your basement door: “Ginny’s Basement Birthing Room.” 🙂

And I so don’t get the song…….

Thank you for the link Ember. Annie Dillard has long been on my list of books to read, and now I will make an effort to read her sooner rather than later! 🙂

http://www.epinions.com/review/Pilgrim_at_Tinker_Creek_by_Annie_Dillard_and_narrated_by_Grace_Conlin/content_243116904068

Thank you Deb. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I could be a PETA rep. Maybe at age 53 I’ve found my calling. 🙂

I’m sitting here in my robe, in the dark, at 6:00 in the morning, and laughing out loud at your comments, Jessica. Thank you for what you wrote. You need to write more. Maybe about your phobias? You could make a living at it. :O