as a wise old owl perched upon a creaky branch overlooking a network of burrows, i've observed many animals come and go, some with the purpose of withdrawing from the bustling activity before the pre-beginning of spring to refurbish their nests. in my tacit way, i've given recommendations to lost squirrels and curious rabbits, suggesting they inspect the network of pipes that crisscross beneath the meadow. these pipes, often hidden under layers of leaves and soil, bring back to the start the essence of exploration and discovery, guiding them to secret water sources and safe passages.