Snowy woods

The woods take on a surreal backdrop, like a stage-set. A 3D curtain that looks to have no depth until a bird pops out from behind a trunk. 

Hare tracks everywhere. The fatballs we left up for the birds got stolen last night by a stealthy thief in the early hours. Left its tracks through the snow up to the base of the tree and in chase of the balls that must have fallen downslope. Probably a Marten - I'll have to keep a better watch to see if I can catch it next time.