The ducks from the pond across the street are still hanging around. We've watched them get fat & happy since late spring. They've recently been taking practice runs for their winter flight south. Yesterday morning, as the over-hyped "arctic blast" hit town, they were flit-fluttering all over the place. I couldn't tell if they were doing a happy dance enjoying the rain, or if they were freaked out that they didn't head south sooner. You be the judge:

Altho we weren't quite perpared for such a cold front, it sure makes for fun cold noses: