Spring keeps challenging winter with weak results. When these pictures were taken I could actually hear the snow melting, slowly but determined, calling the rain to enhance the process. After a few minutes of quiet, only interrupted by the occasional drop of snow falling from the tired trees, or birds leaving their nests for food, the rain again took up the challenge. Only this time, it almost got the overhand, and small balls of ice hurriedly fell from the sky - competing to reach the grown first.
The woods seems to be deserted at this time of year. The only evidence of any activity in this tiny forrest was a few dug up holes - probably by badgers.