Monday, December 9, 2013
Tracks, and the occasional pile of scat, showed where the wild things had been. Turkey tracks are interesting in that there is a light, straight line between the prints, possibly from one low toe. Deer had been in and out of the goat pen cleaning up alfalfa leftovers, and the driveway was a regular thoroughfare as critters and pedestrian fowl made their way to the feeding station under the oak. The chickens have not ventured out of their coops for two days; they are not as dumb as their reputations would have us believe. While it would be easier to walk in my own footprints, it is not safe. The compressed snow has turned to ice. Snow looks light and fluffy, but I do not think it would make for a soft landing. That's not the kind of track I'd like to leave.