Archy appears to have left for good. It isn't often one gets to know a fly. He will be missed.
Moving on to other things... I woke up on New Year's Day with a sorry little whoosh from the taps when I went to brush my teeth. We knew it was going to freeze but still didn't make ourselves get around to wrapping the pipes. I think that after a summer of water-deprivation, we can't believe that what little we have could be a bad thing. It was. Fortunately, no pipes cracked and they were up and running by noon.
The surface of the pond froze too. I followed the geese out when they marched down from the barn in the morning. I expected to get some pictures of them skating.
This was not to be. They seemed to immediately have it figured out that the pond wasn't swimmable.
They spent a brief time looking at it and then shrugged their wings and went off to do other things.
I think they were laughing at me as I stood in my bathrobe in the cold clutching my camera.