Crowe does a fair bit of jogging. And, with the woods closed for it, she's been alternating routes around the town, to keep herself from getting too bored or too complacent.

So it is in a relatively early morning that the running steps approach the yard, slow down, and there is Crowe, staring at the collection of small animals gathered in the fenced area. She's not trying to go in, mind you. Just staring.

"... whoa." Eloquent, yes.