Don't be afraid to talk to the pants. Make them your friend.
I often extol the virtues of Idaho, Boise, and my neighborhood, which happens to be at the wildlife crossroads of the Boise Front and the Boise River. On Groundhog Day I hit the greenbelt on my way to work and saw this critter walking casually towards me. She saw me coming and scooted across the dry ditch bed to see if anyone left some goodies on their back porch. It was about 15 degrees and this looked to be part of her regular route which I assume she usually takes at night. She stayed clear of me but never rushed away from my presence, which was odd, since bobcats tend to be very shy. I chalked that up to her being cold and hungry. More photos below the fold. Sorry they're blurry.