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You never know what combination of critters will show up at the nightly Casa River buffet.
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Last evening?
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It was a skunk and a fox.
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Happily observing Covid protocols and dining six feet apart.
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You never know what combination of critters will show up at the nightly Casa River buffet.
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Last evening?
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It was a skunk and a fox.
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Happily observing Covid protocols and dining six feet apart.
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Remember when I posted this mind blowing fact a while back?
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Upside down guitars! You can’t unsee that.
So now…. continuing in that vein of astonishment, I bring you Kentucky Fried Chicken.
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Colonel Sanders has a tiny hangman’s body! Why did I never see that?
And speaking of never seeing –
This popped up on my FB feed recently.
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And while I pride myself on being the queen of double entendre, I admit it took me a few moments to visualize this one.
How about you? Do you see it….
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With a shout out to Mark Petruska over at https://swingedcat.com/blog/
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Because when you’re blog friends with a writer, supporting his dream is what you do.
Especially when he shamelessly drops the Amazon link on your post about supporting your other friend’s writing dream.
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If you’re tired of woodchuck photos feel free to skip this post. I’m sure I’ll have something equally as ridiculous tomorrow.
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Can I get an awww?
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So much cuteness I can hardly stand it.
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The little guys sure do enjoy their buffet.
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As evidenced by the little junior bellies they’re beginning to sport.
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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten prefers watching squirrels and birds, the abundance of baby woodchucks scampering around the royal landscape can be perplexing. He spots them, but then they scurry into a hole.
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Usually this hole, which is really more of a tunnel dug under a burning bush after we removed a dead cedar.
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His Lordship is a patient soul and knows they’ll pop their heads up sooner or later.
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Catching them? Well that’s a whole other issue.
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After he sees one, he searches everywhere.
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Sorry buddy. I don’t think they’re in there…
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Because it’s so much more interesting than news you can.
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That’s good to know. I’m tired of worrying about Covid anyway.
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Why the alarm? I think they sound perfectly delightful.
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Yes, I’m here to tell you first hand… it most definitely is happening. On the plus side, this is the first time I’ve been glad I came up allergic to lobster 9 years ago.
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Of course she did. I would expect nothing less.
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Mr. Happy? How can you tell….
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And is it me…. or is this one of those owners who starts to resemble their pet?
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The husband and I each received a check in the mail the other day.
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No, it’s not another round of Covid stimulus money. It’s a distribution from what is apparently a huge stash of surplus tax revenue.
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Every Maine resident received them and while extra money is always nice, it does make me wonder why there was such a huge surplus to begin with. Clearly our taxes are too high and to be honest… I’d much rather they reduce that burden then send everyone a check. Or they could fix the roads and bridges. Or build affordable housing. Or expand the heating oil assistance program. With the current price of fuel, winter will break a lot of people.
And if you’re wondering how that money will be used at Casa River?
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It will try to slake the never ending thirst of our twin oil tank beasts. And at just over $5 a gallon? Both checks combined won’t come anywhere near to filling them.
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Warning- disturbing, graphic images of a dead animal ahead.
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Still here? Okay then…
I woke up the other morning and thought I saw something strange on the front lawn. Still in my pajamas, I asked the husband to investigate. He came back inside with a strange look and a reticence to tell me what he’d found. After much shuffling of feet and stalling.. he told me Momma woodchuck had been killed.
I couldn’t believe it. She’s a tough old lady and I literally watched her chase off a fox last year.
Much as I didn’t want to, I had to see for myself.
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Poor thing.
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Something… coyote? fisher?… had ripped it apart. But as awful as it was, I told my husband the good news. It wasn’t momma chuck.
He thought I was nuts and proceeded to deal with the corpse. He said I couldn’t possibly tell one woodchuck from another … but I knew.
And a few hours later?
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Momma chuck and her baby enjoying some leftover deer grain.
Silly man. He should never doubt my ability to identify the critters I feed.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is the king of chill.
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The beast sleeps an average of 20 hours a day and woe be to the pesky human who disturbs his dream time.
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This infraction will not go unpunished.
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Hear him roar.
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Far be it for me to criticize the construction methods of others. Heck, I married a man who doesn’t know the meaning of square and whose carpentry techniques can best be described as a little off. But I did have to do a double take while driving past this build the other day.
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Call me crazy….
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But I think they’re doing it wrong.
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