I often see the evidence of wildlife which have passed through. I always feel a little bit embarrassed, as if I was late to some special occasion. Those elk tracks are from yesterday and I’m a day late. That bobcat was on a hunt last night, but I was sleeping. If only I’d walked through here earlier, I would have seen the Great Blue Heron who left his tracks in the mud.
Sometimes the tracks tell a story. I don’t know what this coyote stopped to paw out of the thin layer of snow on this iced over pond, but is clear for all to see he was trotting across the ice, stopped for a moment, then went on his way.