When I was trudging through the snow yesterday, after a successful search for fishing Eskimos, I heard a rustling from the trees. (Ok, so it was from last year's flower pot... but, still...) I have heard of him often but he has always remained a bit of a mythical creature to me. Until yesterday, that is. He had disguised himself well but not well enough for my keen eye. At first glance, my heart was pounding... my hands were trembling... and I don't think I was breathing. I raised my camera slowly and then... (to be continued)
