I’m guessing it was a pheasant or two, but I will do a little research and see if I can find out for sure. The tracks went in and out for a couple hundred feet, weaving in and out, crossing back over previous tracks, rarely going in a straight line. If I were well-learned in these things they probably tell a story, but I have only my imagination.
It made me think of our lives and how we leave tracks behind us. Our tracks have a story to tell as well. We need to live our lives so that others can follow our tracks as we follow our Messiah.
My son, Biologist, says he has seen some Horned Larks, otherwise called Lark Sparrows on our property the last few days. Here is what they look like:
And someone else took a picture of their tracks at this birding website. What do you think? Is it the same bird?