Our trusty Newfoundland has the remarkably inconvenient habit of waking in the middle of the night to bark unreservedly at random wildlife passersby.  Vexing as it is to be so abruptly roused at odd hours, the following morning always presents an interesting opportunity to see what may have been crossing through as we are out on our daily walk through the field.

Fresh snowfall eases the identification process considerably.  A few of our recent findings:

 

And these rather fierce looking tracks:

 

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