No love from this muskrat

I took a stroll through some wetlands yesterday and saw some pretty interesting things, including this little dude:

I was surprised at how calmly he let me approach him. He'd nibble on his piece of grass, pausing only to eye me sideways every time I moved a little closer.

I was also surprised to realize a few moments later that not only was he not afraid of me, he was merely tolerating me.

Maybe he's used to the occasional idiot human wandering around his habitat, stopping in awe of him chewing a blade of grass. In fact, I think he's annoyed by it.

By the time I took this picture, his patience had run out. He literally threw down his tasty blade in disgust and let his arms hang to the side, and then sighed. I think he may even have rolled his eyes at me. And I can't say for sure, but I think I saw him put his scrawny little paws on his hips in irritated admonition.

He glanced one more time my way, as if to say "Are you happy now?", and then stomped back into the water and swam away, muttering something under his breath (I think it might have been "...goddamn tourists...").

A little embarrassed by my humanness, I drove home... humming "Muskrat Love" all the way.