This day last year, we were up to our ears in snow. The house was buried by huge piles dumped off the metal roof, and we couldn't see out most of the downstairs windows. Open the front door: a wall of snow!
Anyway, that morning, I was heading down the front walk to go feed the chickens. The walk was really more a canyon, a snow canyon, me at the bottom. Suddenly I saw something scurrying down the icy path. A mole! All gray velvet and scrabbling feet and pink wiggly nose. What was it doing there? Foraging for springtails?? I caught it in the chicken bucket, and put it safely under the mudroom.
