Towards the end of January we have the first—and only—big storm of the season. I go the day before and make sure they are well fed.
When I come back a few days later, they are fine, waddling in the snow, and all is well.
Inexplicably, this is the last time I will see them for 5 weeks. I don’t know where they go to ground, but they are still wild. I have to wait and wonder if they will be back.