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We’re officially down to one woodchuck.
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And he/she is making the most of the lack of competition., chowing down on the buffet in peace.
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Woodchuck….
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Or woodchonk?
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I’m leaning towards the latter.
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We’re officially down to one woodchuck.
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And he/she is making the most of the lack of competition., chowing down on the buffet in peace.
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Woodchuck….
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Or woodchonk?
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I’m leaning towards the latter.
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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.
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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.
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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.
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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.
Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.
So many reasons for leaky eyes.
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Our bird bath has been a Godsend to wild creatures this dry, drought ridden summer. Birds bathe and numerous animals drink… like this thirsty little fellow.
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Now that the random apple tree has matured we’re seeing a lot more squirrels.
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The bath is simply a jump away.
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And perfect on hot days.
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As is splooting in the shade.
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I admit to taking a selfie now and then, usually when we go somewhere wonderful… but mainly because I have a husband who never takes pictures. Ever. It’s a harmless if slightly narcissistic endeavor, and my mother is dead… so if not me, who?
Then there’s the Instagram crowd. The influencers. The vapid youth of today who get paid ridiculous sums for photos that go viral. They’ll go to any lengths to get a breathtaking selfie and call me cold hearted, but I rarely feel bad when I read they fall into the Grand Canyon or off a speeding train.
Which is probably why I cringed when I read this article.
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I have been to Le Gorges du Verdon and it was fabulous. Mainly because there was no one else there.
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The husband, a friend and I drove through the French Alps for a solid 10 hours and saw only one other person. A sheep herder with his flock. It was beyond marvelous.
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That’s me sitting on the wall filing my nails waiting for the husband to climb back up from below.
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The gorge was wild and wonderful. Unspoiled nature ruled.
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As did the goats.
We visited in the early 90’s. The fact that’s it now jam packed with insipid, shallow Instagram tourists breaks my heart. And I bet the goats don’t like it either.
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How sweet is this?
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Momma fox brought two babies this time!!
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💕💕💕
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It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.
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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.
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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.
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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.
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Since his lordship destroyed his last scratching post it was time to purchase a new one.
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Thank goodness it came with instructions. I’m sure I would have had no idea where to put the screw otherwise.
Sigh.
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This was the picture on the box. A happy cat totally focused on exercising his claws.
In my world? Not so much.
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Oh, Lord Dudley Mountcatten ran right for it when I placed it on the floor. He sniffed it, rubbed against it and laid down in front of it. What he didn’t do was scratch it.
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Even after I purchased and sprayed it liberally with awesome stuff.
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Though his eyes did look a trifle dilated…
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We might be down to one baby woodchuck.
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Although he/she isn’t a baby anymore.
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To be honest it’s hard to tell this one and momma apart anymore.
I like to think our veggie buffet bonanza has given him/her a good start in life.
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I know it’s definitely expanded their waistline.
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Our chuckers are social eaters. They happily munch alongside deer, skunks and raccoons.
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And yes, wild turkeys as well.
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Until said turkey gets a little too friendly.
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And is chased from the buffet for the duration.
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The drought is still turning our lawn into sandpaper and killing every living thing I’ve planted… so right now? I’m liking these.
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Though I’ll have to switch ‘something green’ to ‘something brown’. I’ve got plenty of those.
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A duck popping spaceship? I like! Sign me up.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? I always like him… though the man cave leather club chairs didn’t like his claws.. at all.
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Oh yes, that’s a tee shirt I definitely like.
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Keith.
If you don’t like him now, no worries. He’ll wait until you do.
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