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Is nothing sacred?

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Wild critters.

We love them, but damn.

This is our little kitchen porch, which is really just a covered landing.

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In the corner there’s a stand on which I place potted plants every year. It’s usually well balanced with one begonia on the top and one begonia on the bottom. Until the woodchucks discovered the bottom flower and started nibbling…

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Bottom flower was then moved to the middle shelf and middle shelf decorations were moved to the bottom.

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Which was fine…

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Until a chipmunk found the bird’s nest and decided he needed to deconstruct it.

And if that’s not bad enough?

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Something has started using our man cave/Barn Mahal porch as a toilet.

WTH?

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Drinking, with woodchucks.

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It was a relatively cool evening…. and even though I won’t be comfortably perspiration free until the mercury drops and the snow falls…. the husband and I headed out to the Barn Mahal porch for an adult beverage.

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I chose one of the local Wisconsin beers our neighbor brought back from her trip. And while the can was artfully decorated with birds in flight, the Central Waters brewing company’s mango wheat tasted nothing like mangoes and was a tad disappointing.

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But the baby chuckers were on the move and we enjoyed their evening antics.

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I believe there were five in this year’s litter…

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Though it could be six because they’re everywhere you look.

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With some of them head and shoulders above their siblings.

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Little bits of nothing important.

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I haven’t had a chance to make these yet, but they sound perfect for summer…

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The life of a Maine lobsterman is hard… and often lonely. As evidenced by this picture taken of my husband’s nephew.

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I had to smile at this news item.

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What do you want to bet that chuck wasn’t injured, just craving a beer?

And speaking of chucks…

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Thankfully this one is still too short to nibble on my day lilies.

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How wonderful is this? Free bouquets.

I love my town.

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In which His Lordship finally walks on the driveway.

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Though we have not yet driven on our beautiful new driveway, we are walking on it.

Or rather, we humans are walking on it. Lord Dudley Mountcatten remains skeptical.

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Taking him out for a walk has meant strolling around the house on the grass and then watching him plant himself on the kitchen landing.

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Where he sits and stares.

Until yesterday…

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When he finally decided to investigate.

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Momma chuck was watching from the barn porch…

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As his Royal highness took to the tar.

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Not yet a fan of the new black expanse, His Lordship returned to the backyard and his favorite woodchuck burrow.

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This is a tunnel that runs under our bedroom bay window and I wish I was quicker with the camera because a baby chuck stuck his head out, spotted Dudley and let out a true whistle pig screech.

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As far as kitty entertainment goes, squealing woodchuck beats new driveway any old day.

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Let’s play.

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What have you got to lose but time….

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I’ll start…

Hoppopotomos.

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I don’t want that big guy hopping on me. No sir.

Ontootor.

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Do they toot? I don’t know, but that bushy tail would be a very effective toot disbursement tool.

Chomponzoo.

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Those are some serious chompers, for sure.

Your turn..

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Random nonsense.

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Because nonsense is everywhere I look.

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I have no desire to cuddle fake bread, but if that was real? Pass the butter baby!

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Fox and chucks are still munching happily together. Guess this is what happens when you lay out an ample backyard buffet.

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I’ve been getting hundreds of junk emails lately. Somehow, someone got my address and has been flooding me with spam. ‘Stuck poop’ is an interesting enough subject line but the fact that the word ‘solder’ is in the sender’s address?

Priceless.

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This is what’s left of the pretty yellow deer proof flower I planted out back. The deer may not like it, but clearly the woodchucks did .

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Ditto that for coneflower leaves.

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I had to dig up the phlox, lupine and mallow due to voracious woodchuck appetites….

So now they’re all crowding my deck table in pots.

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The neighbor I was cat sitting for returned from vacation and brought me a thank you gift from the Wisconsin Dells.

A bag of local beer! She knows I like sours and brought me a variety to try. Some of them are wonderfully bizarre. The lime green can? A pastry sour with peach, basil, graham cracker and vanilla.

Cheers!

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News you can’t use.

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The fact that you can’t use it is what makes it worth reading.

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I think canine love is in direct proportion to the biscuit level of a Milkbone box.

Full box? Adoration

Box almost empty? Derision.

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Is it? This almost makes me afraid to open the pantry door.

(In case you’re wondering? It’s coffee. )

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Of course it was, it’s Florida.

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And let’s face it, that beats Ron DeSantis any day of the week and twice on Sunday’s.

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To be honest, I’d prefer to talk with the donkey.

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