Mulling things on my morning ramble.
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
The meathead has more brains than he often shows. Or least he can react quickly to experiences.
We'll get to that.
Cold enough this morning that I was glad I went four layers deep.
A gray squirrel scolded us emphatically from the tree behind the backstop at the baseball field on the edge of town.
Not sure what a gray squirrel was doing up well before dawn.
With all the cold, I opted to walk the north old clay pit when we reached the town pond. The ice fishermen, who had set up their homemade ice shanty on the south pit, moved it yesterday or last night to the north pit.
It's in an odd, nondescript area, odd enough that I wonder if they know there is some sunken cover, such as a Christmas tree, down there.
If I ever see them or him, I will ask.
But as we are walking, Storm suddenly balked and didn't want to walk on ice. That's when I realized he had learned that shiny clear ice is very slick for the claws on his feet and he can go sprawling.
So I had to tug him into the patches of snow on the ice. Frankly, I had to make sure I walked on the patches of snow or I would have went sprawling, too.
The ice made one loud crack when we walked past the neckdown between the two pits. The meathead jumped in fright like some kind of weenie.
I heard a few Canada geese on the lake to the west. Yesterday, I checked and was surprised to see they managed to keep a small hole swam open. I believe they will be able to keep a small hole open all winter.
Back in town, the bank clock had 16 degrees. I had 9 on thermometer behind the garage. I suspect their thermometer is a little high and mine a little low.
Reality is probably in the middle, like much of life.