Well after sunset, in the darkness lit up by a three quarter moon, a beaver dove under a thicket along the opposite bank of the clearwater ditch. I could see slight movement under the branches, but I could not make out the beaver. I pushed up the ISO on my camera, and with a steady hand, I aimed my trusty telephoto lens at the thicket and snapped a few shots. I stood on the bank and waited as the gloom settled in. Once the beaver finally decided it was safe to venture out, I watched and focused on him until he was completely stretched out — the sound of my shutter caused him to make a quick about face. As he dove under the thicket, he slapped his tail against the water before he slipped under the branches. I waited for a few more minutes, but the darkness settled in, and our game of hide and seek in the moonlight was over.