It is scary out there. When the wind started, ice cicles (sp?) took flight and were hurled into the windows. Fiona and Margot were enjoying themselves out back and pointedly ignoring our pleas to come inside until something scared the H out of them. They both promptly ran up to the stoop. Chickens in thick golden fur! Maeve, the elder, promptly did her business and came inside.

Although I'm tempted to go out and start shoveling, it would be an exercise in futility. It's drifting like mad out there. Fortunately, it looks like a light snow this time.