In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

You want cold! Tiny Russian Village…

This morning at 3 a.m. Boza and I walked! It was -27 Celsius and I witnessed first hand a fence post exploding!

I heard a popping noise and as I shined the flashlight around, I was lucky enough to get the beam on a fence post near the church and saw it crack and exploded apart. It was cold…

Then that action started a land mine effect and several other fence posts on the same length of fence, split and cracked. The cold had gotten too much for the old fence and it became very brittle…

Sounded like gun fire going off and it really was a sight to see…

Mother Nature is something else and Father Frost was playing this morning…

Cold baby! I mean cold!

WtR

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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