There's nothing quite as delicate and charming as bird tracks in the snow.

With perhaps one exception:

A seething, flat-eared cat, muttering curses at the birds from behind a sliding glass door. :)

(OK, OK.   Maybe the feeding stations weren't placed and stocked with 100% karmically pure intentions. :::snicker:::)

Slán,

~Fionn

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