Maybe it's just my warped sense of humor, but this is something I see almost every year and find hysterically funny.
Our pond froze solid overnight last night and we had a slight dusting of snow. The first two incoming Mallards of the day got a surprise when they landed, and slid several yards on the ice before coming to a stop by crashing into the bank at the side of the pond.
If you look closely at the picture, you can see where they dragged their tail feathers in the middle of their sliding feet in an effort to put on the brakes.
Once they came to a stop in the weeds, they gathered their dignity and waddled back out toward the center of the pond.