We got ice.  All the fence lines, barbed and no-climb, are coated in a quarter inch of ice.  Wrecks all over the place.  IH35 (the major highway from Mexico to Canada) is closed from Jarrell to Salado (which means, my neck of the woods, just two miles away if I could get there), due to the unique slant of the highway there that makes semis go sliding back down the slope if they should make it even partway up.  (We - the town, small enough not to even have a flashing yellow -  put up 400+ people due to that a few years back, the highway being closed from here to Waco, some 73 miles, that year.)

Windchill of 9.  I'm out here by myself because my husband had the good sense to camp out at work last night rather than become a statistic by getting stuck or wrecked somewhere trying to get home.

I went out to feed, and Lydia, who lived in Vermont for her first six years and for whom, consequently, this is a ...