Next he just had to get those icicles down. Thankfully he didn't take an eye out when they fell like shattered glass.
I went back in the house thinking he was all done. I hear this thumping on the side of the house so I poke my head back out the door to see him swinging at the few little icicles left on the gutter. Each time he took a swing the hoe bumped on the side of the house. Thankfully he didn't take out a window. Guess what his farmers' market money this summer would have been spent on if that had been the case?