Sun Mote Copse Take me home, country roads.

She probably should have been paying more attention, head crammed into a big hollowed out log. She had to wonder if she might find something slumbering in there. It wouldn't hurt to help contribute to caches more with all the snow and cold.

Except she would wiggle out, hitting her head a bit on the roof of the hollow log. Not painful but certainly a clumsy show. A view blinks before she stumbled back and caught sight of a familiar face. There her tail would begin a joyful, fast paced sway. Towhee!