Years ago, when I lived up in the mountians I met an older gent that could tell the weather better than anyone on TV. He was considered a champion frog hunter. One morning he called and told me we had to be at the frog pond at 2:00 pm. He wouldn't tell me why, said I wouldn't believe it.
We arrived at the pond 1 minute early and he made me wait, just as the seconds ticked to 2:00 he fired his shotgun into the air & all the frogs jumped toward the pond. At that time a icy wind blew over the pond and froze all those frogs in the ice just as they entered the water. Froze them all with just their legs sticking out above the ice.
We went around & cut the legs off, sometimes we had to pull the legs a bit. Just like I've been pulling yours.
Old Jack Tale told to me by Richard Chase.