Snow Chickens And Death Spears

So today the kid spots the neighbor's snowman in their front yard,  I tell her to go ahead and build one of her own and to use her imagination--ax-wielding manic, snow chicken, tiny snowman invasion horde--go nuts.

Very shortly she has created her very own snow chicken, with an icicle beak.

Although from different angles it looks a bit like a perplexed kiwi.

The glacier on the Cad has started to migrate.

And on the back of the house, the Icy Spears of Death are forming nicely.

Although some are over-achievers in my opinion.

Also, Burger is still clean, though looking kinda glum about it.  For some reason she was wary of me approaching too closely.