As I'm sure everyone well knows, I love winter and especially love snow. Just before time to start evening chores yesterday, Kate, Tilly, Hank, Comby and I decided to take a walk and go back to check for tracks at the ponds.
We looked at tiny mouse and bird tracks, little rabbit tracks and then found an interesting set of tracks crossing the not so frozen Frog Pond. I'm not sure who made them. They were single file like a cat, maybe, but I don't think the ice would have supported a cat.
When I climbed over the dam for the big pond and saw the heron tracks, I decided to go back for the camera. My original intent was to document interesting tracks, but as so often happens, the story ended up being the walk itself. Enjoy! I know I did :-).
Tiny tracks along the creek.
I'm sure Hank knows who made these tracks.
What first caught my eye was the set of skid marks (upper right). Our heron has been here all winter. Did you know that herons will catch small rodents out in the middle of fields? I'm guessing mice are not their first choice since they are mostly seen in creeks and ponds around here, but now when I see one out in the fields, I watch a little closer.
More single foot tracks crossing a busy intersection. Any thoughts?
"I don't really care about heron tracks. I'm going to go check the muskrat dens."
I was taking pictures of Hank on the far side of the pond when he crossed over the ice to the peninsula :-o. I
guess hope he knows what he's doing. Luckily the water is not deep there, but still... Be careful!
Weaslie's in most of these pictures. You just can't see her under the weeds. Kate is checking tracks by the tree on the left. Tilly is in front of the tree on the right.
And Comby is everywhere. I was trying to explain to someone why it's so funny that Comby is always sleeping in the calendars when he's actually the
hardest working only working cat on the farm. I don't think they believed me. We know better :-).
Taking the high road home.
I love this picture of Hank watching Kate.
Looking back at the barn. One of my favorite spots.
Hank loves to go for walks, but if we stay out too long, he heads back in without us. I guess he's been away from his sheep as long as he wants. Normally he'd be sitting up near the barn with them, but part of his flock (me, Comby, Kate and Tilly) is still out back, so he's sitting down by the creek, splitting the difference.
Headed up to punch the clock.
Headed back to the heated cat condo. I give Comby credit though. The only other set of cat tracks anywhere on the farm are the ones that might be crossing the pond. Claire Bear and Eli haven't ventured out in days. They don't
know care what they are missing ;-).