Tracks

When the snow was new and coated in ice, the creatures of the forest seemed frozen somewhere other than at our place. No tracks appeared for a couple of days; the birds and squirrels being too light weight to make a dent, simply skated across the snow.

With the addition of several inches of powder last night, it is as though an invitation to party was issued. Around the bird feeders, stomach-dragging birds left drunken tracks hither and yon, back and forth, around and about. In the broader open areas and habitual crossing trails, deer have gathered and traversed and circled but we haven't seen even one of the creatures as they passed by. Mixed in is a trail of rabbit-looking tracks though we've never seen hide nor tail of a bunny here. Maybe there is a padded footprint of a bobcat out there. We saw those tracks once. We are not curious enough to go out in search of them. It is too cold and leaving our human foot trails in the snow seems too intrusive in this tableaux.