Ok, so it is not quite an iceberg, but during a recent day of unseasonably warm weather coupled with some hard rains, the foot-thick slab of ice on the town pond broke in to pieces and headed pell-mell down the stream towards our inn!
The normally quiet little stream that cuts through our property was a roaring torrent and high enough to be lapping at the bottom of the two bridges that go over from our parking lot to the carriage house.
I happened to be glancing out the back door of the main inn just at the moment that the two huge chunks of ice hit the bridge. I remember thinking to myself, "I don't remember that snowbank being on the other side of the stream like that." It wasn't a snowbank, but a large chunk of snow-topped ice! I ran to get my camera, but by the time I got out there the largest chunk of ice had been carried away under the bridge and down the stream (taking with it the large tree branch that had been stuck under the bridge since last year). The remaining chunk of ice that had been tossed up on the bank was impressive enough! It looked like a giant piece of ice pie with a snow frosting. It was at least a foot thick and 4 feet wide. You can see it here in this picture, on the right side of the bridge.
Luckily all the excitement was short-lived. By the evening when the rains had stopped, the water had dropped by a foot or more and everything was back to normal -- except that chunk of ice is still sitting as a reminder by the bridge.