I am so glad that there is no such thing as Global Warming or Climate Change. I just can't tell you how the knowledge that everything is hunky-dory on the Earth front is helping me get a good night's sleep. Drip. Drip. (Sound of sarcasm dripping).
This was the Chicken/Duck Yard on Sunday:
Looking from Coop to Deck.
This is the Chicken/Duck Yard Tuesday morning:
Looking from Deck to Coop.
Notice anything different? Every surface is covered with ice. And very dangerous ice - the kind that has pools of water on top. I was watching the poor ducks try to maneuver across the yard and they just gave up and slid on their bellies. Banyan, usually bouncing and leaping with joy at the arrival of his morning grain ration, ended up doing controlled little hops, slipping and sliding toward the grain feeders. We won't go into my tiny shuffling steps. Sunday morning: 1 degree. Monday morning: 30 degrees. Tuesday morning: 41 degrees. Will it be 70 degrees by Saturday? I am just hoping that this warming trend will completely melt all the ice so that we can start off fresh this weekend with NEW ice. (drip. drip.)