It’s been a very warm, wet winter so far, but we did just have a cold snap that plunged us down into the double and single digits for a few nights. The Man got his ice rink, and was very pleased with himself. We even had a few inches of snow.
It goes without saying that the chickens have not been happy about this state of affairs. They have kept themselves barnbound, which is great from a predator perspective, not so much from a poop-on-the-barn-floor perspective. Yechhh.
Today, the mercury is up again. The rink is melting, along with the snow. And now that the snow is less the crispy, crunchy, sparkly kind, and more the sticky, spongey kind, our property is a map of its inhabitants. The tracks are deep and clear.
So, I decided to take a look around and see who’s who. I checked outside the run first, to see if anyone was casing the joint. Nothing. Sigh of relief.
I expanded my search. Deer, of course. Squirrel. Tiny, cute mouse tracks around the house. Much larger, considerably-less-cute mouse tracks around the barn.
Chicken, of course, but just right outside the barn doors, where a few intrepid girls have ventured out in the thaw.
Just kidding. Great Dane.
My heart skipped when I saw these. They’re all over the place. And what I didn’t know off the top of my head was: do foxes leave claw marks in their tracks, or no?
The answer is, they do, just like dogs. So there must be a (large!) feral cat who counts our property as part of his/her territory. Must be, because our two cats have been housebound for over a month.
And then I noticed something interesting:
Kitty has an extra toe…