Monday, March 15, 2010


The melting snow revealed a myriad of tunnels in the garden, just on the surface of the ground below the snow. Several days later I found one of the builders had met his match when poking about in the chicken house. I believe our visitor is a short-tailed shrew and not a mole.

1 comment:

Ray in Blue Ridge said...

You won't get much for that fur.