Last night's predicted and anxiously feared (or for a few of us, anticipated) ice storm did not materialize…well, it did come, but not to any degree worthy of all the hoopla. Maybe an eighth of an inch on limbs, walks, and the surface of the lingering snow. Enough to make going out on the deck dangerous if we didn't pay attention, and make even Moon-the-Dog's meanderings a noisy affair—but that's about the extent of the danger.
Of course for the small ground-feeding birds, even this thin coating of ice meant they couldn't scratch through to the remaining cracked corn and sunflower seeds I put out yesterday—so I scattered a fresh supply on top of the glaze this morning. The food was immediately appreciated and I'm going to have to put out more before Myladylove and I make a quick run to the library.
We have to hustle because the real brunt of the storm should begin arriving here within the next hour—and continue dumping freezing rain overnight and into the early morning, at which point it should change to snow. The amount of snow probably won't amount to more than an inch or so, but falling on top of a thick underlayer of ice means roads will be supper slick.