As we walked, the boys protected us from imperial troops.
The main channel of our river is the light brown part in the center of the picture. All the ice in the surrounding woods is due to flooding. As we were there, the ice started to crack in places. That was a spooky sound.
Down by the bridge we found a coyote's print.
An arty shot for brother Mike.
On the way back, we found some ice that had frozen around tree trunks and remained there in thin sheets while the river water dropped. It made a wonderful "glass crashing" sound when you hit it with snow balls.
The chickens were out also. It seems that they will come out and walk on the snow if they can see a little ground. If the ground is all snow covered, they won't come out. These are our Silver Tipped Wyandottes. I think they are our prettiest chickens.
Clucklin and his group of girls on a bare patch in the woods. As you can see, they prefer the bare ground to the snow.