We have a heated bird bath on our deck so our feathered friends can get a drink all winter long. Because it sits on a bench, it’s accessible by small furry creatures and has become the watering hole for many a squirrel and the neighbors’ cat as well. It keeps the water just above freezing and uses very little energy, but once freeze danger is over, of course we unplug it. Steve, ever the optimist, has tried unplugging it 3 times this spring, only to find it frozen on a chilly morning, as it was today. Not just a thin layer of ice, but pretty solid. It’s bad enough to see the ice, but it’s really sad to see a little bird standing on the edge trying to find the water. I’m afraid it’s another fireplace morning.
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