The drift at the back door, my winter entrance, the next morning. There was much more to come. Tiger and Black Girl, permanently confined to quarters, long for the snowy world outside. At the foot of the door were tracks and urine left by a pine marten
The drift at the back door, my winter entrance, the next morning. There was much more to come. Tiger and Black Girl, permanently confined to quarters, long for the snowy world outside. At the foot of the door were tracks and urine left by a pine marten