The ponds that had open water along the edges were a feeding ground for the muskrats and beaver. I stopped my vehicle and walked close enough to the edge to hear them crunching their fresh twigs and reeds. There were numerous beavers atop the ice; their wet coats reflecting the sunlight across the pond.
I'm looking forward to the weekend. It sounds like the weather is supposed to settle and the temperature is supposed to warm. I sure hope that happens soon as the new wild babies will be born soon.