Chupacabra? Jackalope?

When I went outside to go jogging one morning this week, I discovered dozens of holes dug all over my front yard.

If it had been one or two – or even three or four – I would have figured a local cat or dog. But dozens? The whole front part of the yard was pockmarked.

What could it have been, and what in the world was it looking for?

John has a night cam set up in Placitas – where we have bobcats and coyotes and bears. But he never gets any pictures of anything other than the occasional bunny. I should borrow the night cam. It appears that the nighttime wildlife in suburban Santa Fe is more intriguing than middle of nowhere New Mexico.