Wabbit twacks? No, dove tracks. Heh heh heh heh...

Apologies to Elmer J. Fudd. We had a slightly White Christmas here in Aurora just north of Toronto. A light dusting overnight have a bit of colour but not enough for things like tobagganing. The grass can still be seen. A few light flurries throughout Christmas Day and a sprinkle overnight meant for nice prints of wildlife visitors. Lots of bird tracks such as these by a mourning dove. Lots of squirrel tracks, too (of course). When you look at them and use a little imagination, you can picture them as the tracks of a Tyrannosaur (I think a similar thing when I see flocks of geese. I think of them as a herd of Brontosaurs seen from a distance).