We went back up to the retirement property. When William and Tim went there on Saturday to set out corn, they studied the tracks in the snow. There were lots of deer and rabbit tracks, of course, but headed across the little wooden bridge, he saw foot prints without claws. Retractable claws mean a cat, and our only sort of 'cat' here is a bobcat.
He came home all agog about that. Across the road, there had been a deer killed back when the snow was so deep that the poor thing could evidently not move fast enough to get away. My sister and brother in law thought that the killer was either a bobcat or a fisher because it was a pretty violent scene.