Who Goes There?

Winter is wonderful for letting you find out who the neighbours are, and what they are up to.   We very rarely see rabbits, for instance, but every morning now there are a cluster of rabbit tracks around my cottage.

Up in the Hidden Lake Bog, there is a snowshoe hare, with feet the size of snowshoes!  We haven't seen him, either, but we know where he is because he leaves tracks.

Out for a walk a few days ago, Sharon and Taffy and I headed up Brian's Ridge Road.  Apparently we weren't the first to enjoy that hike -- the road sported the tracks of  a very small deer, and a pair of wolves.

Taffy was most interested. So were we, in fact.  The deer track wasn't nearly as fresh as the wolf spoor though!  I find it fascinating to look for tracks - sometimes we'll find where an owl's wing has swept into a snowbank, or the delicate all-in-a-row circles left by a fox. Or the tromp of the turkeys.

You just need to spend a few moments and actually look at what is around you. You'd be amazed.