When late afternoon sun streams down and washes the world in warm tones, my husband calls it "Rembrandt light." After a full day of snow the sun slanted in and I grabbed my camera while I did chores. The dogs explored the meadow, the hoof-stock enjoyed supper and the chickens found their roosts. I looked for the ducks. At first I couldn't find them, but then I heard one mutter and looked down the low end of the pasture. They had waddled a long, cold way through the snow to the wet spot that I refer to as "puddle pond."