Whoa! A giant storm just blew through and might still be. The balls of hail were about quarter sized. Typically, balls of all ilks are great in my world (e.g. baseball, basketball, crystal balls); of course my favorite are balls of yarn. With that said, these balls of hard frozen rain were mean and nasty. Unlike me, the Little Blackheads thought they were fascinating. Once they got over the initial shock of loud thunking, they adamantly guarded the patio door against these bouncing assailants. They are very brave. Here are two photos of the balls I wish were yarn instead. Can you see them bouncing in the first one?
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