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But I have to admit after seeing this image… I kind of do.
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Though I doubt His Lordship would be pleased.
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Well damn.
Now I want a T Rex in front of the man cave as well.
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A pair of skunks and a pair of raccoons.
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Double trouble on both sides.
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I doubt this comes as a surprise to anyone.
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Last fair post, I promise.
As we were winding down our day in Fryeburg, my husband took a test drive.
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On a potato planter.
He spent a good amount of time in the antique tool shed, and as usual entered into a half hour conversation.
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Topic?
Identification of that weird contraption in the foreground. They could only get as far as a tying machine, for what is still a mystery.
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A 1940’s television? That’s seriously early technology.
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Next stop was the sugar house where they were actively boiling down sap for maple syrup.
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My husband used to do this on the farm where he grew up so naturally that was another half hour conversation with the sugarer.
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Syrup is a lot of work.
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We stopped in the 4 H building and enjoyed the displays by local kids.
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Raising livestock for market is a popular project in country schools and the students get to name their animals.
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I admit I snorted over Magic Mike.
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Our last stop was the swine barn.
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And there were lots of baby piggies.
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They’re so sweet.
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Did you know pigs are very intelligent, loving and make good pets?
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I tried talking my husband into one…
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But he wasn’t the least bit interested.
And because no trip to the fair is complete without prize winning squash…
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Here’s a 1,210 pound pumpkin.
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On our way to the exit gate we ran across a few women walking their calves. Bovine kids get bored and restless just like humans when they’re cooped up all day.
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When I see cows in a field as we’re driving in the country? I’m compelled to announce it.
“Cow!”
But when I’m walking around the Fryeburg fair surrounded by bodacious bovines?
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I just sigh with adoration.
My husband was raised on a dairy farm and the man knows cows. Which is why I think it’s cruel he won’t let me have one.. or ten. Of course I don’t want to muck out stalls or water them when it’s 10 below, which could be a deciding factor in his refusal.
So I get my cow fix when we go to fairs. I love the Belted Galloways which we always call Oreo cows.
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The one in the middle is clearly a double stuff.
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And look, there’s a vanilla cream.
While I was adoring?
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The husband was talking.
And talking.
And talking.
About cows.
And after 20 minutes, about politics. Which is odd because I don’t think cows vote.
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Did you know a cow isn’t technically a cow until she has a calf?
Now you do.
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Can I get an awwww?
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Scottish Highlands are so fuzzy I just want to curl up with a few and stroke them for hours.
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This little beauty was only three days old! Momma delivered at the fair.
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There’s the husband, talking cows again.
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Did you know your veal parmigiana is almost always male?
Now you do.
And because no fair visit is complete without a beauty pageant.
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Cow!
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Our night time visitors include deer, fox, opossums, skunks and raccoons. I put out a bowl of water and critter specific food but they all nibble the bird seed that spills on the ground.
All of them except this fellow.
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Who prefers his straight from the source.
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You wouldn’t think his chunky little butt could shimmy up that pole, but he climbs it with ease.
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https://youtu.be/FL8DFR3lok4?feature=shared
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Of course coming down isn’t quite as smooth.
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Pardon the photo quality, I was taking pics through the window and the kitchen light was throwing reflections.
And why isn’t WP letting me embed videos anymore? That’s annoying.
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We’re down to one single woodchuck now.
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Momma and the other 3 siblings have departed the pattern…
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But this little guy knows a good thing when he sees (and eats) it.
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Saw this the other day and had to do a double take.
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And while it’s absolutely true, I had to wonder if it also looks like anyone we know….?
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❤️
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Along with our extremely dry, drought ravished lawn?
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A pair of young bucks.
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They’ve been coming for a nightly nosh since they were born and are now sprouting their first sets of velveted horns.
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Adolescent male deer will stay together until they’re ready to rut.
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Then it’s every deer for himself.
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Our lawn has turned brown from the troubling lack of rain, but that doesn’t stop our nightly critter visitors.
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Skunks and raccoons are usually not a good mix…
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But these guys make it work.
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There are five trash pandas here…
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And this family has been coming since they were babies.
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I rarely get photos because they arrive after dark but here’s a quick clip to give you an idea.
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Skunks are not always black with a white stripe.
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Sometime they’re white with a black one.
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Our little family is proof of that.
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Diversity.
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Ya gotta love it.
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We’re down to one woodchuck.
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He visits morning and early evening and I oblige by providing treats.
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On this particular day it was baby carrots and carrot shavings.
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And though he munched them all….
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From the look on his face?
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It’s clear he would have preferred watermelon.
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We love our nightly skunk visitors.
We enjoy watching them run across the lawn, jostle for buffet position and happily nibble their evening meal.
What we don’t love is the gifts they leave behind.
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Or the order in which they leave them.
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Following and removing the poo trail isn’t an every day occurrence…
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But it does make me wonder why they can’t simply squat in one place.
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To infinity, and beyond…
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