Signs of life

Woke up one morning recently and made my groggy way to the outhouse. I could barely see through my puffy sleepy-dust eyes, which is why I didn't notice these two giant fellas until I already had my hand on the handle. It gave me a start (a slow one, of course), and I tiptoed back to the house, grabbed my camera, tiptoed back to the outhouse, carefully, wanting to grab a photo without scaring them off. I got plenty of photos. Turns out it would have taken an avalanche to get these two off the door. They were quite content to put up with the jarring opening & shutting & swinging of our trips to the potty.