I probably post something similar to this every winter, but it's something I just need to do. I enjoy tracks. I like the stories they can tell or the stories I try to interpret and think about. They stop me in my.....ahhh, tracks. They make me consider the when and why and it's okay if I never figure it all out-that's part of wonder Iguess.
White Footed Mouse tracks
These Wild Turkey tracks I happened to cut several times during my snowshoe. The first time was out on a crusty and windblown field, where they could barely break the surface, then later in the woods wandering around in search of food. I saw them several more times and finally they wandered into the yard checking for bird feeder leftovers.
Wild Turkey track in snow
Tubbs Snowshoe Tracks on Cliffs field
Lastly, I stopped and checked out my own tracks. The 24" snowshoes struggle in the 2' of snow here...or maybe it's just me. I did get a workout, breathed fresh cold air and enjoyed the quiet.