Thunder sleet, mixed with freezing rain made for a tough, icy crust over everything.

Twice I had to chip and hammer to get the top of the bird feeder open (the birds were ravenous). Getting the walks and drive down to concrete was heavy work of the chop and shove variety. It took two gallons of warmish water to soften things up enough to permit a first scrape of the truck’s windshield. But, sadly, it is once again heavily encrusted, and I may be locked out of the vehicle until March.