Hello friends! When I realized I had video of the hooded mergansers in the little ice pool I had never processed I knew there had to be an epilogue. I’m glad to have a good excuse! I wish you could hear the frog-like sound they make, but the wind and bubblers covered that up. Nonetheless, watching the boys and their silly antics is still delightful (at least for me). I hope you enjoy!
Having found that video gives me a chance to post more ice photos too!
I’m glad I had a chance to post an epilogue. I hope you are too!
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I feel like I was at a concert and the final song has ended. The band takes a bow, thanks everyone for coming to the show, and walks off the stage to the sound of thunder. We stand , hoot and clap until once again, the lights are dimmed. Audience begging for just one more. And the band returns , their encore performance begins.
You get the idea.
Thank you for one more round.
No, I did not stand on my head, I turned them upside down.
#1. I already knew what I would find; bottom left,
A beautiful glass heart.
#2. The sun goes to slumber below the horizon somewhere on a distant sparkling shore.
And in all magical stories, the last page simply says ;
The end. A golden nebula encased in a crystal ball. Gently cupped in a pearlescent shell.
Now I’m going outside to play, I hope you are too.
Loved the ice pool video… they are certainly cute and entertaining ❤️😍👍
I feel like I was at a concert and the final song has ended. The band takes a bow, thanks everyone for coming to the show, and walks off the stage to the sound of thunder. We stand , hoot and clap until once again, the lights are dimmed. Audience begging for just one more. And the band returns , their encore performance begins.
You get the idea.
Thank you for one more round.
No, I did not stand on my head, I turned them upside down.
#1. I already knew what I would find; bottom left,
A beautiful glass heart.
#2. The sun goes to slumber below the horizon somewhere on a distant sparkling shore.
And in all magical stories, the last page simply says ;
The end. A golden nebula encased in a crystal ball. Gently cupped in a pearlescent shell.
Now I’m going outside to play, I hope you are too.