There is a lot of snow for my little old tractor to plow.

Vera is a hard worker.

But getting up early has its rewards. While feeding the mare, I noticed tiny tracks in the snow.

I think Racoon, but the fact that the tracks are on top front and back, not sure. Would love input.

Rusty started barking. He was watching the sky. Had it not been for him, I would have missed the Eagle circling overhead.

Vera needed fuel, so we navigated the driveway. On the way back, a weasel lumbered across our path. No photo as I was driving, but, think this might be a weasel we tracked the other day.

So, no matter what mundane chore you might be doing, there is wonder everywhere if you pay attention.