Thursday, April 9, 2009
I saw the smallest mink today. At first I thought it was a rat running atop the receding ice sheets covering the creek. But the critter was too skinny and long, and besides, its tail was furry. This mink was deep chocolate brown like the one I saw early this winter at the waterfront, but much smaller. This one was cavorting, slipping in and out of the water quickly. It was running atop the snow and then without a pause would dive like a fish into the ice cold rushing waters, get swept along with the churning current, then hop out quick as a lick back onto the ice. The little mink looked like it was playing, enjoying its early morning swim in these freezing waters that are not only fast-moving but dangerous--but not, I guess, if you are a new-to-the-world mink. At times I lost sight of it as it swam under the ice ridges, only to see it surface down river. It was making a big loop, down the creek, then back up.