crossing over the blues brothers bridge we looked down in the semicircle overflow between the lagoon and the harbor and saw two little cutie muskrats swimming laps. i looked over the other side and there was a big mama sitting on a log, and she dove as i clicked and all i got was bubbles. then more of these charming critters started popping up and looking at us and diving shyly. 
i never knew it was the blues brothers bridge or forgot and i never knew it was a haven for muskrats. pat knew, and sang muskrat love, and said the last time she saw muskrats really getting it on.