After a few warm days it was truly bitter cold through most of the Martin Luther King weekend.  The stream froze nearly solid overnight, and all the half-melted snow firmed into an extremely slippery glaze over nearly everything.  On the positive side, it was a great opportunity to get out an enjoy some animal tracks.  There have been a dozen or more massive turkeys wandering the community and the flock leaves various traces.  I like how the “arrows” point in the opposite direction from the one in which the turkeys are actually walking.

My appetite is rather keen,
But how shall I get there?
“Straight down the Crooked Lane,
And all round the Square.”

—Thomas Hood