Where's my mama?

pausing for a bite to eat

This little guy or gal (??) visited our back yard last night.  For lack of knowing if he's a she or she's a he, we named it Saskatoon.  You weren't expecting Pat or Terry, were you?  After silently munching on willow, Saskatoon slowly ventured over the hillside and into the valley.  The snow loudly shooshed down the slope and winter's dried, brittle underbrush cracked loudly letting us know the route taken.  We never saw or heard Mama in the area.  Maybe 'Toon is alone in the world.  We'll be keeping an out for more visits though.