I remembered that, during our electricity-free period, I’d taken some pictures that include the sliding ice sheet of instant poultry death on the barn.
All of that is now where the pitch of the roof trajectory sent it. The thick broken foot-thick fragments are faintly red on their underside as the rough ice scoured off some of the paint.
The prettiest part of this image is the blessed bare road surface we temporarily enjoy–at least in our sunny patch of Goose Creek, not so much the more predominant northy portions and definitely NOT the western half of the road between here and the hardtop, a stretch of road we may not attempt again until March.
But all in all, we rarely let a day go by without being thankful we can enjoy the genuine and memorable parts of country life, the good with the bad. And this awe-inspiring winter will make springtime all the more cherished, when it at long last comes some time in mid-April.