I bundled up yesterday at the warmest time of the day (23 degrees) and took the camera outside. The boys made a beeline to the corner of the deck and started to play with frozen poop, running around and trying to take it from each other. I tried pushing them away to no avail and so I went inside to get a collection bag.
By the time I’d returned outside they’d moved their party to a different venue, one in which the frozen poop was hidden from me but obviously not from them. They were chowing down.
The only good thing I can say about this is that frozen poop does not leave that trademark smell on their breath. A small consolation.
