Ice Curls

I woke up to this: ice curls. Here we have snow with its own interior lighting. It was warm enough to keep the whole sheet slowly slipping down the roof, but it kept freezing as the lower edge was exposed to the air. On the lower end, it was already pressing against the glass.

Notice the upstairs dormer with its wrap-around shades. With those blinkers on, we can be sure it won't shy at any white picket fences (not that they'd be visible).

 I squeezed underneath the overhanging mass and gave it a solid shove as high as I could reach. I thought I might clear the section above the door, but the whole sheet broke off and collapsed. Whew!