The back yard is covered with snow and the snow is covered with animal tracks. The patio seems to have been turned into a condo. There’s a hole in the snow with sunflower husks littered around it. I catch glimpses of Mr. Squirrel popping his head out every once in a while. His every once in a whiles are perfectly timed to find me without a camera. The picture of Mr. Squirrel is from last month, before all the snow. The tracks lead me to believe that he has taken up residence in the upside down strawberry pot. I’ll wait till spring and hope the lease has been terminated.