I
love the sound of rocks skiddering across a frozen pond. Every winter I keep a pile of pebbles at ready. But, imagine
my surprise/horror when I heard the sound while getting firewood today. No
one else was around. I ran to the pond. There was Trask pouncing down
hard to break the 1/2" thick ice. He then systematically picked up
chunks with his mouth and flung them on the pond ice so they broke and
skiddered. I ran to the house with my firewood load, grabbed my camera
and then was rewarded with my own slab of ice to make magical sounds on
the pond ice.
Trask with my present
I have a hunch the piece of kindling encased in ice was from one of his summer activities.
Cedar checking out Trask's harvested ice.
Not wanting to further encourage him, I took a pictures
of him with his prize and brought him inside.