Shot through the kitchen door, Queenie was out on the deck, waiting patiently to come in. At left is her water bowl, which she prefers to the several inside the house that she'll only drink from if she’s desperate. Unfortunately, due to the snow and frigid temperatures, the water quickly freezes, and all she can do is lick the ice. I had told Tim last week to get a spoon and hit the ice to break it up, and while he was looking for one, Queenie smashed the ice with her paw and proceeded to have a drink. Smart dog.

Puffed-up sparrow, posted earlier