‘Twas a beautiful day, temperature in the 60s,
crystal clear, with a gentle breeze and we were riding our bikes on the Pine
Creek Rail Trail. There are a few benches along the trail at irregular
intervals, some with good views of the surrounding hills or overlooking the
stream. We were sitting on one of the benches, taking a break, when my wife saw
a mink in the water.
The mink was swimming and diving like a small
otter; then it would climb out onto a rock, dive back into the water and occasionally swim into
the patches of emergent vegetation along the shore.
It spent the majority of its time swimming rapidly
underwater seemingly at random, but probably in pursuit of small fish. Once it
emerged with something dark in its jaws, probably a crayfish, but ate it so
quickly that we couldn’t tell what it was.
It eventually climbed onto a rock long enough for
me to get a few photos before it dove back into the water, swam rapidly
downstream and disappeared
Whenever it was on the surface I tried squeaking
like an injured small animal in an effort to get the mink to hold still for a
moment or even to come closer - to no avail.
Other mink have been much more cooperative and
reacted to squeaks. This one even came closer in spite of the fact that it was
already carrying prey –
Or this one that crossed our son’s partially frozen
pond in response to my squeaking –
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