Looking out the new window in the door by my desk, I could see the footprints in the snow. Too bad we didn't see our visitors.
Above, the wind just about filled in the footprints between the little Alberta Spruce and the wide Spreading Juniper behind it.
Some of these footprints were left by deer, some by Dick and Lindy.
In the back yard, all the footprints belong to Lindy.
Here she is, waiting for someone to answer the door after she scratched at it.
"Mom! Why are you taking pictures when you could be letting me in?"
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