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Oh, those damn birdies.
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Every morning dozens of starlings gather on our bedroom roof, run back and forth, drink water out of the gutters and generally drive His Lordship crazy.
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If only those pesky humans would open the door.
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😉
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Oh, those damn birdies.
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Every morning dozens of starlings gather on our bedroom roof, run back and forth, drink water out of the gutters and generally drive His Lordship crazy.
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If only those pesky humans would open the door.
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These are the stone samples we brought home from the hardware store.
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They’ve been sitting by our kitchen door for a month waiting for my husband to be ready for that part of the porch replacement project.
Every once in a while I move them to sweep.
Yesterday?
I dropped one on my big toe instead.
I don’t recommend that.
At all.
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Nope.
Not fun.
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Needless to say I won’t be going to that friend’s 4th of July party today. It hurts to walk and forget about putting on a shoe, I can’t even tolerate a sock. My fingers are crossed I won’t lose the toenail…
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Hope everyone else has a happier holiday!
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A few days ago I posted pictures of a starling riding around on momma chuck.
They were so cute I posted them on a Maine wildlife Facebook page as well .
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Lots of people liked them and left nice comments.
But then Facebook’s AI had to jump in, with its strikingly accurate portrayal of what it was seeing.
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Duck.
Chuck.
It was close… and hey, at least they rhyme.
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Peonies are the best.
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There, I said it.
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I’ll take a peony bouquet over roses any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
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They’re full and vibrant and smell heaven sent.
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We have two large bushes near our back deck and they never disappoint.
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They’re too high for woodchuck bubblers.
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For which I’m quite thankful.
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His Lordship enjoys them as well.
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Though that might just have been the sun.
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A girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a long time was having a yard sale so we decided to surprise her and drop in.
Little did I know it would turn into a dangerous visit.
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Dangerous because she was selling her convertible Jaguar.
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No, we didn’t come home with it.
Though for a while there, I thought we might.
We chatted, had a nice visit … and before we knew it the lunch hour had arrived. Not being familiar with her area, we asked for dining recommendations and were pointed to a golf course.
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Open to the public, it had a lovely mountain view…
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And the most redneck, down home clubhouse I’ve ever seen.
This sign was in the ladies room.
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See what I mean?
But yeeha ambience aside, the food was quite tasty.
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Chicken broccoli Alfredo for the hubs, ginger chicken teriyaki stir fry for moi.
Goes to show you can’t judge a kitchen by its tacky rest room decor.
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I feared this day would come.
And now it has.
She’s back.
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That horribly annoying, utterly destructive red spawn of a demon is back.
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I saw her running all over and around the back deck…
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Which means she’s looking for another nesting spot.
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My loyal readers will remember the hell she put us through when she had her devils brood in our eaves a while back. We evicted her, only to have her chew her way through the wall in the man cave/Barn Mahal.
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She’s no good, I tell you.
A veritable rodent menace.
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In our backyard the birds eat at the bird feeders.
In our backyard the woodchucks eat under the bird feeders.
But now?
The birds are eating on top of the woodchucks.
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And that’s definitely something new.
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This juvenile starling rode around on momma chuck’s back for quite a while.
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Eating bugs I assume.
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And momma didn’t seem to mind at all.
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It was wonderfully bizarre.
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This last picture is my favorite.
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Nothing to see here folks. Just a bird riding a woodchuck…
Carry on.
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Because you can never have too much useless news.
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That’s a whole lotta fingers to lick.
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You mean we haven’t already ?
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Had to throw in a little local Maine news because clearly this bear is living his best life.
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AI MTV?
Say it isn’t so..
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A review doesn’t get much harsher than digital diarrhea.
It must be seriously bad.
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We tried a new small batch brewery last week .
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Advertised as a farm setting..
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It was really just a big house with a big lawn and a couple of chickens.
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But no matter, they had a tasting room.
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And a bar with a menu.
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That… and interesting beer is all we ever need.
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So we tasted.
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And tasted.
And since I couldn’t discern any recognizable plaid on the owner’s kilt, I had to ask.
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Turns out he’s not Scottish or clan affiliated. He just doesn’t like pants.
And since we kept tasting, we ordered some food.
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My husband went with The Perfect Scallop…
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Which was less than perfect . One large scallop cut into thirds, which pretty much ruined it. It was presented on some kind of bizarre cheesy foam and as you can see… was not meant for hearty appetites.
Since I was drinking I threw my normal culinary caution to the wind and ordered their exotic smash burger of the week … which was of all things, kangaroo.
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Was it awful? Yes. Dry and tasteless.
Do I regret ordering it? Absolutely.
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Even the chickens were upset.
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Once the little chucklets discover our deck…
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It’s a constant source of entertainment.
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They love hanging out…
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And playing hide and seek under the grill cover.
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They really are sweet.
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And if they’re playing on my deck…
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They’re not eating my flowers.
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That’s a win win.
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