The half inch of snow that fell overnight revealed that while we slept, raccoons were busy. Judging by their tracks, they were cutting a rug all over the lawn. There were patches 3 or 4 feet square where they had trampled the snow away entirely. Courtship dance? I believe this is the beginning of the mating season in this region, so perhaps that's what this was all about. I wish I'd been up to see (and hear) it.
"We're known for our nimbleness -- and our PASSION."