We had a lazy morning on Lake Champlain. When I woke up, the lake was frozen solid from our back deck to the island about a mile offshore. When the wind picked up, it churned up the open water to the south, and the ice started talking.
Sometimes, when the ice breaks up, it sounds like a timpani drum. Sometimes it sounds like thunder. Sometimes it sounds like a sea lion barking. And sometimes, it sounds like something from another planet — something that doesn’t sound like an earth noise at all.
So we shivered on the porch this morning and listened. We watched a mink that popped up from a crack in the ice and played for about an hour before she disappeared again. And we videotaped, so you could listen and watch, too.