The Forager

While I was on the moose hunt in our local park last week, I noticed all kinds of new life on the forest floor. The wildflowers are beginning to form a purple carpet undulating in the breeze. Birds are chasing each other as they scramble for nest-building grasses and twigs.

Then about 75 feet from the patch of moose dung, I saw this gal skittering from shadow to shadow ... with a big nut in her mouth.

Grocery shopping, I presume.