The first time a fox visited our henhouse and took some dinner back to his den, my kids and I mourned, cleaned up the wreckage, and then poured plaster-of-Paris into the paw prints.  We were pretty successful and I think the scoundrel’s signature is still kicking around this house in a basket or cubby somewhere.

Though most of the footsteps that I’ve delighted upon on a snowy, winter morning are obviously identified, I do enjoy imagining the stories told and decided to capture and share the seasonal delights of winter tracks.

Run, Blue Runners, run!

Marcia (and apparently a little bird friend)

Jill

Cricket, the professional fetcher

Mystery rodent!

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