The three plus feet of snow I have on the ground at the cabin is compressing a bit. I don’t really think it’s melting—the temperature has rarely reached 32, nor has the sun been out. But it’s not quite as deep as was a few days ago. In a way that makes shoveling it more difficult because the same size scoop of snow now weighs more than before.
The birds have found a few bare spots where the snow plows scraped down to the ground. They gather around those tiny patches searching for grit. I have been looking for animal tracks in the snow and haven’t yet found many. I’ve found deer tracks and bird tracks but no sign of mouse, rabbit, fox or anything else in that size range. I suspect most of the smaller animals are burrowed in or hunkered down. The squirrels bound from tree limb to tree limb—I haven’t seen their feet touch the ground, well, the snow, since the storms hit.
In other words, not much is going on around the woods at the moment. Even what’s not covered in snow isn’t out playing in the snow just yet. I wonder how long that will last?