This little female Baltimore Oriole for example.
She sat there for 15 minutes or so…..
Waiting in vane for dinner to be served.
Then there’s my sworn enemy little rat bastard red squirrel.
We may have evicted them from their corner post home…..
But it hasn’t stopped their daily visits.
And raids on the deer bound apple slices.
Turn your back if you want you pesky varmint…. we both know what you’re up to.
Because someone has to laugh, and it might as well be you.
Ya gotta love Madison Avenue….
Simple ads are always the best.
As was I.
So where is it?
I don’t have any personal experience with this, but I can see their point.
Well those don’t look at all bunion friendly.
Now why didn’t I think of that?
As good an explanation as any.
Because cleanliness is so important.
Where else can you go shopping and be greeted by a chicken?
Although what this poor devil did to be locked up in a rubber prison I don’t know.
Where else can you go to find a library that sets up a walking story time for kids?
Where else can you get alerts about runaway goats?
And offers of free hay?
The same place that airs their poopy grievances on Facebook, that’s where.
I love my town!!
As any gardener can tell you, things happen.
Flowers don’t bloom, leaves turn brown and sometimes…. things pop up without you having any idea how they got there.
Case in point?
The pots on our back deck.
I swear …..
I didn’t plant that.
But it’s thriving all the same.
Our buck finally showed up at a light enough hour for me to get some decent photographs.
Yes you, you handsome devil.
And while I love seeing him….
I fully appreciate his wariness and reticence to visit the nightly buffet.
When you’re that handsome you have to be careful.
His rapidly growing rack will make him a prime target of every yahoo with a rifle in a few months.
And the thought of his beautiful head mounted on someone’s wall makes me physically ill.
But for now, he and his family are safe.
And we enjoy our rare sightings.
Even if his rude wife does keep sticking her tongue out at me.
Because sometimes you have to look twice.
To me, this looks like strips of wet, tie dyed paper and as such… not the least bit appetizing.
Oh, it’s a healthy vegetable?
Well that explains it.
I’ll try it as soon as I finish my pile of kale.
Hundreds of customers are rarely wrong, but while I like a good massage as much as the next girl?
I’m not using something that looks like my great grandfather’s ballsack.
Just…. no.
This last product isn’t necessarily odd, but it did make me wonder.
Have I been using nail polish made from rendered beef fat all these years?
Sometimes it’s a wonderful thing.
Loyalty, fraternity….
Oh come on, you knew this would be about woodchucks not people.
But sometimes….
Siblings squabble.
And boy….
If looks could kill.
He shouldn’t be happy we had high winds that brought down part of our choke cherry tree two nights ago.
He shouldn’t be happy.
But you know he was.
Because as soon as the sun came up?
He was out there.
Trimming weight.
Anxious for the fun to begin.
Ready!
You know he’s been itching to cut something down.
So he was one happy camper.
It had to be done, but when he started eyeing the rest of the tree?
I threw myself in front of it to save the poor thing from total annihilation.
We’ve been having an unusually hot dry summer so I was a little worried our blueberry harvest would be small.
But the bushes are positively laden with fruit.
And in some places, look like grapes.
We did our first picking the other day…
And I see pie in our future.
As well as coffee cake, crumble, lemon blueberry pound cake, buckle and muffins.
If we can beat these little bastards to the berries that is.
No one wants pancakes that squirm.
I was finally able to grab a few pictures of our resident buck.
Which is getting harder to do as the summer wears on.
But this father son shot was pretty sweet.
Junior’s antlers are growing.
And it always makes me wonder what the felt feels like.
Naturally there are woodchuck photos.
And some close ups.
We have one lone chipmunk this year.
And yes, those pesky red squirrel babies are still here.
Using our deck railing as a cafeteria.
As well as a toilet.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
Clearly your mother didn’t tell you not to shit where you eat.
Bad form. Very bad…..
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