Zola, Oregano,

I had an adventure. Oregano cat came back to visit. I knew that if I wanted to track it, I'd have to go right after a snowfall. Tuesday was the day. This is how the day began. It was -18 C. (F. and C. converge at -20)

The traffic is fierce. Some kind people pulled out, like this contractor. Some just barrel on past. The propane trucks seem to be fierce.

I found the tracks.

He went up onto the snowbank, here.

The silly thing avoided the driveway, and trotted up the hill to the highway.

Here is the falling apart veggie garden, with the tracks running beyond it. (I did this trek backwards. Who knew?

This is the trip he takes. I'm so proud of myself for figuring it out! I'll bet he lives in someone's shed.

The water fountain is waiting to be turned on. 

During Gramma Camp nearly a year ago (April), Isabelle was keen to set it up. 

In August, Josephine helped me clean it! 

Meantime, there is a fine puddling of ice around the bottom. I still have the lights on a timer. We need a bit of colour in the darkness.

Zelda has become Zola ! She is hanging in. She may do OK.

She might overcome this, like Maggie deer did for a long time (2011). Otto and Stan turkeys have been regular visitors, too. Zola 2