Artwork and words by Nona Estrin
The other night when it was above freezing and pouring for hours, it crossed my mind that any voles or mice, the food chain base for preditors, would surely be flooded out and exposed, soaking wet, to the cold that followed. Then, with the holiday approaching I forgot it until yesterday. A new dusting of snow had preserved the evidence that a huge population of rodents was still alive, the small tracks of both, everywhere, in our seed-rich, weed-filled field.
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