Out for my morning walk, I found a new track in the place we call the “Mule Pasture”—named because many moons ago we kept Dad’s coon hunting mules there. (Dad's mule stories would make a book all by their lonesome.)
Now, this overgrown field is a place of frog eggs in the spring and buck rubs in the fall, another visitor passed through in the night. Here, the largest predator in the forests of Upstate New York and—short of the occasional moose that happens into the Adirondacks on occasion—the largest woodland denizen outright.
Shown here—the track of an American black bear (Ursus Americanus). I’ll post some more interesting facts about this critter—but thought I’d share this pic for now.