My backyard is covered in snow. Wednesday night it was pristine - a white blanket covering the shrubs and grasses and camouflaging the structures. It looked lovely. Thursday morning the snow was dotted with a few tenacious maple leaves, finally ripped from the trees by the strong overnight winds. But the snow was still a smooth coating over the yard. And then - Thursday afternoon: the lovely smooth surface of white was gone. There was almost no spot not stepped on, run over, or schmushed. It had been trampled - trampled by squirrels.
I've noticed more squirrels in the yard lately. It's not unusual to see six or seven at at time. And they're usually chasing each other. So, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that there are tracks everywhere. It's a record of the squirrel movement throughout the backyard over the course of a day. It might have been neat to have a camera out there recording the movements over the course of the day, but for now, here's the final view.
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