It’s slowly decomposing out in the meadow. Maybe the beaver use it to ice down their beer in the summer – their lodge is that big white mound to the right.
My progress is stymied by incursions of pond water into the meadow, sheeted over in ice.
studying the ice at the margins
uh oh...somebody had a bad day. lots of feathers scattered about.
visiting the stream margins. I’m not the only one who’s been here.
cheeky bugger is on the frozen stream!