Maps, maps and more maps.

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Because you seem to enjoy them as well.

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Maine is seriously bereft of alpacas.

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Guess we know where the maple trees live.

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I don’t think Maine is quite as coffee crazy as the rest of the country. Dunkin still rules up here.

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What up Wyoming?

Apparently, nothing.

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I’ll wear that proudly.

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Most of our moose are up north, but I’ve seen a few. Sadly, two of them had been hit by cars.

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Maine is so white bread, we don’t even have a weird name.

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Maine seems to be half dog, half cat.

You know which half we are.

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Bird nerd, robotic doctors and things that make me glad I’m old.

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This first story is my worst nightmare come to life.

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No.

Thank.

You!

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Nope.

Not this chick.

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We’ve had a banner batch of Baltimore Orioles this year.

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They disappear when the temperatures rise but a cool spring has made for beautiful bursts of backyard color.

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Ordering a drink with that name is not my idea of spreading love.

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A rare bird sighting at Casa River.

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A gorgeous Scarlet Bunting.

❤️

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I don’t need to know anything, and certainly not five things.

This makes me very glad I’m old (er) and not actively dating.

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The day after.

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When the rain ended, I went outside to remove the jerry rigged umbrella shelter my husband had erected for the hummingbirds the day before.

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With a few hungry natives buzzing nearby and telling me to hurry up.

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On closer inspection of the installation?

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I decided to let the husband remove his handiwork later on.

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In the meantime… a gentle breeze was blowing the umbrella and His Lordship was perturbed.

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Seeing the shadow through the blinds he believed we were under attack….

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And was not happy to be excluded.

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Fearing my blinds would be ripped to shreds, I opened one for his viewing pleasure.

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And after seeing his kingdom was safe?

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A nap, in the shade.

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News you can’t use.

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Bringing you useless news every Monday to start your week off right. Or wrong as the case may be.

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Great… because I really need something else to worry about.

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Sound like nasty little bastards.

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I knew it!

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Where’s Pedro Pascale when you need him…

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*Note to self – research homes for sale in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.*

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Who in their right mind loves sinkholes?

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When one swallows her house, Lauren may change her mind.

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Yikes.

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I don’t know about any others, but that cat definitely hates someone.

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The only way I could stop mine is to divorce my husband.

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The clutter around here does not go unnoticed, but I love my guy too much to take those necessary steps.

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Is it any wonder I love this man?

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It was pouring rain recently and my big tough Marine husband was watching a hummingbird struggle to feed in the downpour.

Though I tried to explain hummingbirds live in tropical rain forests where deluges are common, he said, “These hummers are in Maine. They need help.”

So what did he do?

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He went outside and got drenched…

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In order to rig an umbrella over the feeder.

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As soon as it was installed?

Grateful hummingbirds.

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Of course the wind was blowing and securing it took repeated trips.

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But the little guys loved it.

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With one fellow happily perching there for an hour.

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❤️

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Random blather.

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The following is a sunset over our neighbor’s gigantic greenhouses.

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We’re getting used to them, but that doesn’t mean we’re happy about it.

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Preach.

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May is a beautiful time of year. The grass is green and the birds are orange.

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Baltimore Orioles fly in for about a month on their migration north so I make sure they have ample oranges and grape jelly.

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These are for Mark.

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Because they all feature his favorite fruit.

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The man likes Spam, but not watermelon.

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That’s just wrong.

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Our nightly raccoon .

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My husband had one as a pet when he was a child.

It’s very tempting..

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❤️

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Let’s play.

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You know the drill.

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For me it’s ketchup.

I’m not a fan in general, and tend to cringe when I see people slather it on eggs, grilled cheese sandwiches and God forbid…. steak.

Burgers and fries? If you have to, though I usually pass.

I’ve seen people use it as a dip for potato chips, put it on their fried fish and top off their bowls of baked beans. For me those are a definite no.

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How about you?

What ruins your dish…

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Squirrelly acrobats.

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While the red squirrels are a constant unwelcome chewing, gnawing, destructive menace… our gray visitors provide hours of entertainment.

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I know we’re in the minority here, but we don’t mind squirrels eating from our feeders.

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They’re usually content to perch in the flat ones and happily munch away, but the other day this fellow was determined to get the last few seeds out of the carriage feeder and that proved more challenging.

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Gravity be damned.

And just when he figured it out?

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Squirrel #2 arrived and kicked him off.

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Undeterred… our intrepid acrobat regrouped and moved on to the suet.

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Gray squirrels….

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Ya gotta love them.

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Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Yes, it’s another article about the dangers of Artificial Intelligence from your resident Chicken Little. The sky may not be falling yet, but it looks like Skynet is right around the corner.

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Not good.

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We have enough crazies out there already. We don’t need AI encouraging them.

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Because AI isn’t frightening enough.

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These companies all admit it’s happening, but have no idea what to do about it.

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More powerful means more powerful hallucinations.

Let’s hope there’s a kill switch somewhere…

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Maps no one needs.

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You don’t need them, but they’re fun.

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I can’t argue with ours.

L. L. Bean is life in Maine.

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This is disturbing, but sadly…. not surprising.

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Weirdest map topic, ever.

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Patrick Dempsey is from Lewiston and comes back often. Every September he hosts and runs in the Dempsey Challenge, a charitable event where 100% of the funds raised provide personalized, holistic services at no cost to cancer patients, their loved ones, and care partners. 18 million dollars have been raised to date.

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Apologies to women of the Southwest.

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