Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
The tree top blew out of next-door neighbor's maple overnight. I think that was the maple nicked by lightening last summer.
A snow squall started just as the meathead and I set out. But it was blowing so hard that any snow in unprotected areas was whipped around in swirls and whirls. In lee areas, it was enough to coat the ground.
The high winds overnight blew an archery target with bull's-eyes on a blue background out on the road by the ballpark and froze it in a puddle. I kicked it free finally and moved it over toward left field.
A lone dove fluttered off as the meathead and I crossed the side rail track and entered the area by the town pond. I am not sure if it was the weather and wind, but I didn't hear or see any other doves or the Canada geese holding on the lake to the west.
In this wind, I opted for the shorter basic ramble.
Not sure what to make of the sudden appearance of mourning doves in recent days.
I couldn't believe it, but the north old clay pit was wide open, other than a small patch of ice in the southwest corner. The south pit was half open, but the remaining ice cap on the south end of the south pit was barely thick enough to stand on.
The ice fishermen still have hope. Their shanty remains by the old boat launch. I think by tomorrow or Thursday morning, they will be able to get out again for ice fishing.
I didn't think it was really that cold, but it was so cold that my face was stiff by the time I got to downtown. The bank clock read 18 degrees.
Quite a change from last night when I got soaked running from the House of the Blues, where the kickoff for registration for the Bank of America Chicago Marathon was held, to catch the Metra Electric line at the Millennium Station.
My hat and gloves were still damp this morning, which probably wasn't the smartest thing in the cold and wind.
Two gray squirrels scurried off from our back neighbor's bird feeders as the meathead and I neared home.
I had 15 degrees at my thermometer behind the garage.
The line of change shifts nearly daily.