This is the third day of my captivity, so I grew ambitious and went out to shovel some
Instead, I opened the bag of ice melt, delicately colored aquamarine, and tossed it over the ice, just in case the cloud-filtered sun tipped the scales toward melting, with some help from the salt.
I started my adventure by using the windshield tool again to clear off the barrel lids where the creatures fed yesterday. Starlings came in force to enjoy the corn. A blue jay landed, picked up a peanut in the shell, paused and took off again. I assume he was motivating me to scatter more peanuts.
