occasional frozen puddle in the fields, especially after last summer’s drought. Took some shots of ice along the characteristically quiet
stretch on Cottonwood Road. Now it was mostly solid, but wondered what it looked like through the cycles of thawing-freezing of
the central Illinois winter.
Crossed I-74 and immediately turned west on Anthony Drive. The houses close to the country road brought on that fear of an
unfriendly dog encounter, even though I’d been here several times before with no such problem. Just really didn’t want to deal with an
unfriendly dog on top of the cold. Though must say, was plenty comfortable at that point; even fingers and toes were reasonably warm.
Realized then that I’d be passing the possum bones on High Cross, though wouldn’t have stopped (they’re on the other side of the road from the way I was traveling) if the traffic were heavier. Was glad to notice that although it’s not terribly smart to stop on a road bridge as narrow as that, at least the site was at a high, very visible point.
Stopped, dismounted, and climbed over the guardrail for a close look at the possum remains. (See posts from 31 May 2021, 11 July 2012, 28 July 2012, 31 July 2012, 4 August 2012, 6 September 2012, 20 January 2013 about how they have looked on previous visits.) Noted how the bones continued to scatter, more individual pieces laid out separately. Wondered again what that
roughly spherical/volcano shaped thing among them could have been– a grapefruit? A coconut?
Coming back the cold started to catch up with my toes and fingers when I stopped to take photos, like of this old hackberry in the sun on
Main Street. Less than comfortable but not terribly distracting. It was another great morning to be awake and outside!