The Icicle Police

This is what the view from our front door looks like. I'm a wimp. I took this through the glass.

Lately the girls have been using icicles for currency. They take a shovel that is nearly too heavy to lift. Precariously, the straight-haired girl hoists it over her head and swings it forward (so far, no broken glass has resulted), smacking the icicles. Meanwhile, the curly-headed girl runs far, far away. She returns only after the ice crashes to the ground. Then they carefully gather the shards and cart them to their "houses." Hopefully, they are not eating them...better go check.