The grass appearing from under the snow is covered in little burrow holes and tracks: the mice have obviously had a Snow Ball:
"When the snows are lying deep,
When the field has gone to sleep,
When the blackthorn turns to white,
And frosty stars bejewel the night,
When summer streams are turned to ice,
A Snow Ball warms the hearts of mice."
(from Brambly Hedge: A Winter Story by Jill Barklem)
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