The ironic futility of aggressive bubbling
This guy ran his bubbler 24x7 all winter. In the early spring, it melted all the way across the narrows and downwind by about 1/4 mile. As the ice started to break up, a north wind came up, pushing the southern extent of the open water even more to the south. The birds loved it. Ducks, geese and near the end, even a loon pair were swimming in the large artificial lake. Then came the southern winds. The pool of open water let the ice flow build up momentum, but it was stopped by the ice pack to the north of bubbler. "What dock?" said the ice as it ironically ground up the dock that the guy was trying to protect.
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