Last Saturday. 

Gold finches are getting yellower.

Mrs. Grosbeak getting her mean face on.

I drove out to the Notman road. Went as far as the Davis turn off.

The road to Riches.

Still working on the swimmin' hole.

Starting to break away from the shore.

Sunday. 

The ice is in 3 layers. The top layer of snow and weak ice. Then water and a layer of harder ice. And then a bottom layer of solid blue ice. I managed to get the middle layer out of the hole.

I decided to try to bake ciabatta bread. This is the "biga", or starter.

A loaf.

Rolls.

Fog.

Mrs. Slate needed some eggs, so she sent Fast Freddie to borrow a couple. He's not actually a son-in-law yet, so he's still expendable. 

Whoa, Freddie, ya gotta pin 'er! The good news is that the wedding is still on.

Rolls risen, and ready for the oven.

Tada! Not too bad, but I might try a different recipe next time.

Rainy Monday. 

I still say that there is nothing "common" about the common flicker.

Now, that's one miserable looking robin.

Tuesday. Guess what? It snowed last night, about 2 inches or so.

Where's that hole?

It was frozen over.

Finch.

We just got back from skimming the hole.

We were planning the dip for tomorrow 'cause of the sun shine, but the -14C might put a damper on that.

We wouldn't want this to happen, would we?

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