At 07:41 AM 2/25/03 -0600, gumbie tygress wrote:

>I guess the birds were right!



>Then it got colder. And colder. [Even by my Coloradan standards.]

The birds tend to head for shelter before a hurricane, too.  They're lots
smarter than people!

>Then I went out to refill the niger feeders and discovered the deck was a
>sheet of black ice.

Nasty!

>Russ got a phone call: "I suggest you come home -- NOW."  No argument.

A little bird told him.

>Freezing rain dripped into icecicles, and then the sky turned into a
>snowcone machine.

Very nasty.

>I've seen a lot of weathers -- but crushed ice pattering out of the
>sky???

Nope.  I never seen that.  Hail, yes, but not crushed ice.  Mother's day a
year ago, we went out to eat in Orange Park.  It rained to beat the band.
When we were coming up Old Jennings Road (straight-shot four-mile country
road we live at the end of), there was this eerie ground fog in patches,
and this stuff that looked like foam in the ditches and culverts.  We
couldn't get a good look at it.  

At home, our driveway was covered in this stuff.  I soon discovered it
wasn't foam, when I stepped out of the truck and it went CRUNCH underfoot.
It was hail.  It was piled up in corners, it was all over the grass, it was
on the roof.  Our neighbot said that the height of the storm sounded like
someone was firing a shotgun at his garage door.

And the temperature dropped from the high 80s to the 40s.  Next morning, it
was still cool and there was still some of the hail on the ground.

Veloci--here's a nice warm hug--raptor

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