The back field where we go walking the dogs has a small stand of conifers next to which is an area of corn-on-the-cob-type-corn which is grown for the express use of pheasants.
It's there to encourage them to grow as obese as possible so that pissed old solicitors and estate agents in stupid clothes and Range Rovers can stand a chance of drilling them with lead shot to the amusement of rude mechanicals with straw in their mouths.
Anyway, now that the track between the wood and corn has been covered in snow for a while it is showing up the paths of small creatures who make their way between the two areas in what appears to be a very organised manner. They have little junctions, bridges and tunnels and seem to be coping very well with the conditions without getting paranoid about grit shortages and panic buying.
I don't know if they are mice, rats, stoats, weasels or possibly even a small society of tiny heeby-jeebies. See what you think: