I'm saddened to report that we did have a casualty...our mail box...it's presumably somewhere out in the farmer's field having been murdered by one of the region's industrial size snow plows...we aren't sure whether there was any mail in it or not.
That being said (a favourite phrase of mine, I'm coming to learn), the GM is out of the drift, the car has been up and down the drive and we've refilled the food coffers for yet another week.
On a brighter note, we found out what those fat little birds are...the gaggle that hangs out in the fir trees...apparently they're Hungarian Partridge. (I don't know if they eat schnitzel or drink beer, but they do waddle like those Eastern European stacking dolls (or Weebles - if you think it a better reference point).
I mean, they're pretty darn cute and so fat that they fall through the snow crust and have to try and hop out of the dent they make...I keep worrying that one might find a partridge sized crevasse and then where will the little fellow be?