Both our fountains had heavy ice on them, luckily they didn't freeze up. I will be draining them tomorrow so that we won't have to worry about freezing.

As you can see this squirrel has been pretty active working on this pumpkin.
In this pic, you can also see the dusting of snow that we got yesterday.
"Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell. And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand. And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay. Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud. About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore."
"The Gunners Dream"
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