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Debbie and I head out for our morning walk through Wisteria Village.

We look up at the leafless trees.

Beneath them, there are some strange shadows in the snow,

and here are ugly droppings in the snow.

Whatever it is, it is getting bigger and leaving more aggressive-looking tracks!

Maybe it has a lair and hid in the storm sewer.

I look there!

Nope! Whatever it was it’s gone now.

Our quiet walks are sometimes interrupted with bizarre things. So I shoot them… with a camera, of course.