TKG Take Ten : Friday : Heavy Rain on Wet Snow.
An harmonious contradiction in terms. But that's what you get in a wintry mix. And as you can see Quacker is more than happy with the outcome.
Only Quacker mind. Only Quacker is happy with this turn of events. Everyone else on the farm is staying indoors.
The rain on the snow in the cold means ice. And yes. There are patches of mud that is still frozen into icy shapes. Those icy patches of mud created by the footsteps we talked about yesterday are now lurking under the wet snow. Little traps which mean a farmer needs to walk carefully.
To take this shot I placed the camera phone in it’s special tripod atop the hay dolly and set it in the garage which is why you are also hearing some rain on the tin roof. And that sound is the most wonderful sound to go to bed with. Though I do not recommend going to bed in the shed!
I think this is one of our favourite sounds because rain means water and water means growth and growth means food. Do you agree?
No food today though as this is rain that will turn to ice over night and the temperatures will keep drifting lower over the next few days. By the time TKG Take Ten returns on Monday we will be down to -7F, which is -21C .
I will show you that too!
If you loved this ( and I did) share with a friend. The best recommendations come from a friend. Someone you know might need ten minutes of rain on a tin roof today!
Take care and Talk soon.
Celi
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I said to myself just as I sat down to check in, I hope Quacker quacks. And he did! But once in the beginning and once at the end. I'd love to know what makes him quack. I keep saying him but I think he's a she, right? That little Quaker breaks my heart. One Easter, we were allowed two ducks. They were fluffy yellow. Thinking they liked to swim, we put them in the bath tub, but too soon.One died, and I told my sister it was hers who died. She's never forgotten or forgiven me.. Nor have I. But my duck grew to be big as Quacker. One day, she was out in the yard and I heard a big splash. She had decided to swim in the baby pool. This duck could fly a little. In the end, sadly, she was taken "to the farm". I sure hope so.
Yes the rain on the roof sounds a bit like a crackling fire.