I saw this little Ermine (a.k.a short-tailed weasel) bounding around the snow near an old building in the park. I stood very still and watched it as it bounded here and there, checking out this and that, disappearing beneath the snow and reappearing again a few feet away.
After it disappeared from sight, I followed it's little tracks.
Perfect little Ermine tracks.
Cutest little foot prints.
Hop, and down under the snow it goes.
Perfect little Ermine hole.
And off into the shrubbery it goes.