Heavy breathing
The weather's turning colder, and there's even a possibility of significant snow in a few days. With that, I'm in high gear bringing in all the wood I've cut recently, but, from time to time, I take a break, even with my arms fully laden, to zero in on the forest floor for signs of life... and preparation for the storm. At the base of dead tree, I spotted, surrounding a hole leading underground, a ring of ice crystals. Were there snow at the "front door" there would also, I'm certain, be foot prints—a tale of the coming and going of mice. The little rodents are, no doubt, holed up underneath this stump. The frozen breath gives them away... to me, at least. With any luck, they'll otherwise go unnoticed by potential predators.
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