This tree was being rescued by an enthusiastic dog. “Rescued” in the sense that the dog, for some reason, decided to excavate the snow around the base of the tree, and then sit in the hole she’d made and admire the world passing by, while resting her chin on the embankment of snow. I suspect she smells mice or such in their little lairs, and digs for them.
[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 4km; snowshoveling, 0.5hr]