I was sitting in the sunshine reading and smiling in amusement at the sound of squirrels frolicking on the roof when it suddenly got so wild and frantic that I realized it was not a couple of squirrels I was hearing. I looked out the window to see the ice fragments that have encased all the trees and shrubs from Friday night's storm starting to finally melt and fall off from today's sun and warmer temperatures.
There were actually ice chunks outside the back door on the carpet looking like pieces of broken glass.
But now it's sounding almost dangerous as each little breeze brings ice crashing down onto the roof. I'd love to go out on the deck to look up at the roof to see what's happening but the time between ice showers isn't long enough to get safety outside and back in again. Ah, late winter in Wisconsin.