I was pruning back the stems for the clover bush, which had several inches of the small leaves piled at the base, when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning toward the movement, and focusing on what was there, I saw this little fellow. He, or maybe she, sat there watching me carefully. It was only about 50 degrees, but the sun was shining so he had that additional warmth. I decided to not remove all of the leaves as I had planned, but left them there so he could burrow back down into their insulation. There are still more months of cold weather to come.
