Went to buy snow shovel. Had to buy a kid's one; all the stores are sold out of the big ones.
I managed to get down to Tyee Spit just before sundown, and found a flock of mallards, happy in their still-liquid water.
|Umpteen mallards, one widgeon.|
|Showoff! Mallards start their courtship rituals early.|
|Mallards in the parking lot. They mostly walk on the snow. I sunk through, and ended up with wet feet; it's thawing underneath.|
At home, I used the shovel to dig out a parking spot on the street, with the help of a friendly neighbour. (Thanks!) Even packed down after the alternate wetting and freezing, the snow was 10 inches deep. And heavy.
Then I dug my way up to my front door, up a long, steep driveway. Ate a quick supper, and fell sound asleep until midnight. Shovelling snow is hard work!
(Edited to add: the snowplow came by, finally, while I was eating supper. It piled snow up against my car, so I'll have to dig it out again in the morning.)