I’m ready for rain. Maybe (ugh!) even freezing rain. Here’s Laurel and Serena by our frozen pond. It’s never looked like this before, for sure.
This has been a strangely cold dry December. The moonset one clear morning made me feel like I was in Narnia. Still. Quiet. 21 degrees cold. Kind of eerie.
Our nearby Spring Lake is almost completely frozen over. We’ve lived here fifteen years. This is a first. Probably can be traced to global warming temperature extremes. “Damn you, climate change apathetic George Bush!” I imagine the ducks are quacking, as their swimming area gets smaller and smaller.
Geese walking on water! A Christmas miracle. Or, it would be, if it weren’t for the ice.
I figure that ice isn’t all that unfamiliar to a goose. Especially Canadian geese. Which these may be. I’m not good about distinguishing geese. Telling them and ducks apart is as much as I can do (ducks, small; geese, big).