Ice be gone
The proof's in the pudding, I guess.
Today, as I sat watching the lake ice shrink, this otter swam up, climbed onto my boat dock, hid behind a wash tub, and took a fancy shite.
Proud of himself, he spent the next 10 minutes rolling around and wriggling on his back like a baby pig with fleas, then glided back into the lake and swam away.
I take that as a sure sign that most of the remaining ice will disappear tomorrow or the next day.