Monday morning it got so cold (-11°F, -24°C) that a hawk froze to death. I'd seen the body out there but wasn't sure what it was. Today I finally got around to checking it out. Judging by where I found it, it had been perched on the peak of the barn when it froze and fell to the ground. It's a solid lump now and quite well embedded into the ice. I'm surprised the dogs haven't tried gnawing on it yet.