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A few more sunrise photos, because if I’m up early?
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There better be a show.
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😊
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Any idea?
It’s Rick Dees and His Cast of Idiots – Disco Duck.
Which admittedly, was pretty darn bad.
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I might have to argue with this one.
It’s Soft Cell’s Tainted Love, which I found rather annoying.
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The birds.
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I admit this surprised me.
Coffee and tea.
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Ugh.
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I don’t drink coffee and have never ordered hot tea on a plane…. so I’m safe.
Are you?
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As promised… I went looking for an old photo of myself sitting on the floor of my childhood home playing with a battery operated Apollo 11 capsule. I was five years old and the country was space crazy.
I wish I had that old toy now, it’s worth a fortune.
I also wish I had the picture, but apparently it disappeared… along with my youth.
But while combing through files and old photo albums? I did find the following which I thought I’d share.
Little River with her dad.
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And a beagle named Hiram.
When I was growing up all our pets had names beginning with H’s, I have no idea why… but at one time our house had a Herman, a Henry, a Herbert, a Horace and a Hector.
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Me, sporting some sexy red shoes.
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Taking Hiram for a walk in a sailor coat and another pair of red shoes.
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Rocking a pair of purple striped bell bottoms. How groovy is that?
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I have a vague recollection of not wanting to have my picture taken here and only agreed to pose if I could have my alligator sitting next to me.
I was an odd little girl who hated dolls but loved dinosaurs. And apparently, reptiles.
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How odd you ask?
That’s me in my nightgown, ready for bed… but prominently displaying a weird bug my father had just found in the garden.
Ah, youth.
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Pardon the nasty dead section under our bird feeders. We may be seeing a little green grass but warm gardening temps aren’t here yet.
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That being said, the bluebirds don’t seem to mind.
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They’re such bright little creatures.
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And we weren’t the only ones who thought so….
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Because this Kestrel showed up shortly after the bluebirds fled.
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The smallest hawk, he’s not one we see often.
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But he made himself at home that day …
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Flitting from the deck railing…
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To the bird feeder post.
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Fortunately for the bluebirds, he went away hungry.
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Because it’s Monday and I never run out of foolishness.
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I don’t know about you, but octopus sex is something I rarely contemplate.
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Worry not dear readers, that is a map I will happily omit from my other blog series.
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Hard pass.
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I love dinosaurs, but teal T Rex leather?
No.
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Because if you can afford to own a home on the Nantucket coast? You can afford to let it slip away.
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While America is stripping rights from its humans.
It’s a crazy world.
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There are no Red Lobster restaurants in Maine, because… well, it’s Maine. We know what real lobster tastes like.
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Proof that if you work hard enough….dreams do come true.
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There’s beauty in living in wide open spaces.
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Sunrises out your back door and sunsets like this out your front.
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❤️
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We tried a new pub recently.
Front Street Tavern and Grill in historic downtown Bath, Maine.
The building was old but lovingly restored with lots of exposed brick.
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The garlic Parmesan wings were so good we had to order two batches.
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And sometimes you just have to go for the tots with your turkey club.
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Sadly the menu was a bit too “pub food” heavy for my full meal wanting husband so I doubt it will be on our regulars list, but they made a nice raspberry margarita and I’d recommend it for lunch.
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Momma Chuck is back.
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And making up for lost winter meals.
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She’s a great salad/veggie scraps recycler.
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We don’t throw much away when she’s in town.
❤️
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Because I like to share tasty recipes.
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This one is quick, easy and delicious. Use fresh ginger and fresh lemons for juice and zest… you won’t be disappointed. I used chicken tenderloins because I didn’t have breasts and served it on a bed of jasmine rice with fresh steamed green beans. Yum!
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Being a born and bred Yankee I’d never heard of this.
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And while I don’t drink soda very often, I admit I was intrigued.
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A steep price to pay for a six pack, but curiosity got the better of me.
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As did the Amazon seller who bought a local 12 pack out west and cut it in half for the idiot New Englander who was willing to overpay.
🥴
And while I’ll probably never buy another one, I did like the flavor. Not overly sweet with a nice pineapple tang. Guilty confession? My first thought was… add some vodka for a nice summer cooler.
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I don’t know why, but I’m always searching for meatloaf variations. It’s a humble but satisfying meal if done correctly and this one sounded interesting.
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While it was tasty, if I make it again I’d ditch the crock pot and just bake it instead. Way too difficult to remove once it was cooked.
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Today is Friday, please caption this photo –
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My caption?
I’m so not ready for bikini season.
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It’s true, I’m not.
Now you.
Caption the photo.
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We have a lot of interesting backyard visitors at Casa River.
Some are regulars… deer, skunk, fox, raccoons, woodchucks… some show up less frequently … owls, ducks, woodcock, porcupine, ring necked pheasant,
But last week?
Even we were surprised to see who was hanging out by the bird feeders.
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At first we thought it was the neighbor’s cat Silas who drops by now and then. But on closer inspection?
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We realized this was a different type of kitty altogether.
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A bobcat!
He was beautiful. And we were thrilled.
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In 22 years of residence, this was our first encounter.
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Stocky, with big paws, pointed ear tufts and a stubby tail.
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He was a gorgeous wild boy.
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And yes, our domesticated feline was on high alert.
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The bobcat sat by the feeders for a good ten minutes, where I noticed him licking his lips. I told the husband that was a sign of feline nausea but he didn’t believe me.
Until the bobcat walked across the back lawn and puked under our bedroom window before trotting off to the woods.
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I’m hoping this elusive and rarely seen kitty felt comfortable enough to come back someday.
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Questionable statistics for your viewing pleasure.
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Mess with Mother Nature at your peril.
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Humans.
We never learn.
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We spent two weeks in France with my very rudimentary knowledge of their language. I can personally vouch for that one.
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Medium rare for me please.
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Bet you never thought about that before.
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I’m calling foul on Yukon.
Just, no.
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Sounds like a lot of stripper and porn star names to me.
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Momma Chuck is back…
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And enjoying some broccoli.
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Early spring means red winged black birds, starlings and grackles.
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Lots of them.
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And they’re hungry. So hungry they devour the suet cake in less than an hour and strip three feeders in two. It’s a pricey time of year.
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We have three or four skunks who visit every night but one little guy arrives early, oftentimes alongside the deer.
That does not however, mean he likes them.
(Please ignore the background noise. The husband was battling an angel food cake container)
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Skunk -1.
Deer -0.
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And then there’s Lord Dudley Mountcatten who waits patiently for his morning coffee.
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He doesn’t actually drink it…
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Just likes to lick the mug when the husband is finished.
Cats.
What can you do?
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❤️
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