somber notes on muskrats.

lake champlain, ny/vt

i bought a fishing pole at walmart today, i'm going to be fishing alot, i also learned how to carry my canoe on my shoulders to make the quarter mile hike to the river from my house and made some decent anchors using sand and milk jugs.

earlier i saw a muskrat that had been run over by a car on the bottom of my road. her head was completely crushed and her guts were spilling out of her mouth. i could tell that she had been nursing her young because all her teets were huge. i drove by it twice today and had a hard time thinking about her babies without their mother. i walked down to it before dinner with a shovel and buried it next to my favorite creek at my new house (its kinda the only creek, but its still a mighty fine creek) and fashioned a little gravestone out of a flat rock and said i was "sorry" that she had to die and that her babies might die, tomorrow i'm going to try and find the babies. it was a sad day for muskrats. it was a good day for rain.