He dives under, catches a fish, and then sits on the ice eating it. He's not nearly as shy as the beavers were. He's a mammal, of the weasel group, while the beavers were rodents. I wonder if he's living in their abandoned lodge? And I wonder if he is alone or has a wife--with buns in the oven possibly. At the rate he was pulling out fish today, there will be a lot of frustrated fisher people come spring. The pond is stocked with brown trout in April (May?) but most people seem to catch sunfish and a few other types I've forgotten. It's great living next door to a pond.
