You notice them more at this time of the year.
As winter retreats (we hope), they emerge from the safety and warmth of their burrows. As they explore and hunt for food and mates — humans encounter them, point them out to youngsters, and continue on their way.
I’m talking about the real, live ones above. Then there are the year round sort — the ones artists have created for our enjoyment.
Harvey and Friend resting in St. Louis
