At some point on the small hill that I walked this morning, a water tower was demolished. A sturdier, safer tower was build a few hundred yards away, and the dirt moved to place that new tower was used to bury the first.
That was the story I read, and I ventured around to see some older buildings and the link. However, with the snow cover, it was hard to see much for sure.
So I walked the paths, followed the animals tracks, ate some of the snow.