I went home for lunch today and found a pleasant surprise on my porch steps.

Seems a raccoon had been nosing about and left its prints in the morning's fresh layer of snow.

The prints were perfect, but by the time I rummaged through the house for my camera the sun had swung around the corner of the house and begun to melt them.

Oh well. They're still cool.

I just love visits from my woodsy friends out back!

They must smell the empties...

Tell tale signs of my raccoon neighbors on the porch steps.