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I put a bowl of grain out every night for the deer.
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But lately someone beats them to it.
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And guards it from marauders.
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Momma Chuck likes the grain as well…
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But isn’t sure what to make of its protector.
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She inched closer.
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But finally gave up and stuck to her own buffet.
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😊
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When my husband first started tearing down the old porch he hoped to save some of the original frame.
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Some of the original wood came off easily, some required gentle coercion.
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I’m not quite sure what went on here…
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When my husband is working a project, I find it safer not to ask.
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New framing meets old.
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In jigsaw like pieces apparently.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been very curious where all the noise is coming from, so I took him out for a stroll to check the progress.
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Naturally he found the old dryer vent hole and had to investigate.
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Momma Chuck brings the babies out from under the barn every day now.
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When I see them?
I show up with apples…
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The little guys try to talk mom into feeding them.
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But that’s not happening.
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Junior figures it out.
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And munches happily beside his mom.
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If that’s not cute, I don’t know what is.
💕
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Because it might make you smile.
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I’ll start…
Grab your hat pussycat.
Wish me luck Momma Chuck.
Hit the ground basset hound.
Take the bus rhinoceros.
Bake a cake rattlesnake.
😊
Now you…
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Our rhododendrons finally popped.
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At least on the front side where my husband didn’t butcher them with the shears.
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For a sheer burst of color they’re hard to beat.
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And I’m not the only one who loves them.
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Giant bumblebees swarm ever them all day long…
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And it does my heart good to see their little legs covered in pollen.
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Long live the bees!
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🐝🐝🐝
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Our resident male mallard duck likes the deer grain.
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He really likes it.
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He likes it so much he climbs into the bowl and guards it.
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And quacks loudly if anyone gets near.
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I think he’s pooping in it as well….
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Which would explain why the deer haven’t been eating it lately.
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Momma Chuck birthed them and nursed them…
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But now that they’re eating the same solid food ?
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She’s not sharing with them.
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Motherhood has its limits.
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🤣
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Some friends invited us out to dinner and a show on the coast recently.
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Location: The Taste of Maine. Home to the world’s largest inflatable lobster.
It’s a large family run seafood restaurant beloved by tourists but considered over rated and overpriced by us locals.
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Our meal was just that, underwhelming and not worth the cost.
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The show was upstairs and packed to capacity. It featured Bob Marley, a local comedian who sells out everywhere he appears.
To be honest, he’s not my cup of tea. The humor is low brow with too much emphasis on pooping and farting for my taste.
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But our friends love him and were nice enough to pay for our tickets so we couldn’t refuse.
To each their own.
He’s just not for me.
I didn’t video any of the performance, but here’s an example of his style.
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As reported the other day, husband still had half a pile of pea gravel left over from his filling project.
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Not wanting it to kill his carefully tended lawn, he planned to distribute it around our culverts the next day.
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So of course, it rained.
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Which didn’t deter my husband.
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Back and forth, from one end of our property to the other.
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Soaking wet..
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He could have waited until it stopped.
He could have…
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Because I can’t stop sharing this cute little guy.
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That one is for Suz.
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I’ll take a dozen.
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They do exist!
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Now those are some pearly whites.
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Cheeky little devil.
❤️
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