Little did I know that when I took shots of my granddaughter Stasia enthusiastically and, to be sure, messily, scarfing down spaghetti that the images would be downright prescient. No sooner did the newly minted seven-year-old depart for home than I tried to assuage my sorrow with a good walk, this one to the Henne Preserve to see if there were any new arrivals. While I was scanning the wetlands for birds, I noticed a brown lump just behind the cattails, and when I got closer, this time with a super-telephoto-equipped camera, I discovered that the wet mound was, in fact, a Muskrat. As is all too typical, I figured that no sooner did I get the rodent into focus with the 500mm end of the 150-500mm Sigma than the Muskrat would vanish, leaving me with a blur and an earworm, as that song about Muskrat Amour resurfaced from who knows where. But happily, this critter seemed oblivious to the photographer. I guess it was too busy eating its own version of pasta—a sumptuous meal of cattail fettucini—to pay any attention to me. Bon appetit, gourmands!