Dudley does well on his harness/leash and knows his limitations, which in actuality is 30 feet. His chest to my wrist. His Lordship chooses the direction and we walk, stroll, sit and occasionally sprint. What we don’t do is climb trees.
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Until the other day when he sat at the base of the Bradford pear watching a bird one minute….
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And jumped onto the bark the next. Problem is, his lordship does not have any tree climbing experience and literally just hung there.
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He scooched a little farther up, with me trying hard not to laugh …
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And finally made it up on a lower branch. Which is when he looked at me as if to say, what the Hell do I do now?
One aborted climb later..
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It was over before it really begun.
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I give him an A for effort, but a D for technique.
After checking into our resort there was still daylight left to burn,,,, so we jumped in the car for a scenic drive.
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Being Vermont, you can’t go far without seeing a covered bridge and this one was right down the road.
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The Grist Mill Bridge, built in 1872.
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And to the right of the bridge?
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Grist Mill Park.
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If you’re wondering where the grist mill is? Join the club, so were we.
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And as the sun was setting, we drove.
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No particular destination in mind, just enjoying the scenery and the oh so very green grass.
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Untouched photo. The fields really were that green. A pleasant respite from the awful brown summer we had in Maine.
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Gentle rain started to fall as it got dark and we turned back toward the resort. It’s a good thing the husband was driving because on one of the twisty turny mountain roads, on a corner, in the dark, in the rain… it happened. A full grown deer darted out right in front of us. Thankfully the husband’s reflexes were good, and thankfully no one was coming in the opposite direction. He swerved just enough so we didn’t have a deer come through the windshield, but it hit my car’s right front bumper with an awful thwack. We stopped. The deer ran off and seemed to be okay. My car? Not so much.
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The husband managed to push the panel back in place, but it was cracked in numerous places and the fog light housing was smashed.
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It could have been soooo much worse. But good grief, it was a helluva way to start a vacation.
We’ve had a lovely pair of foxes visit our backyard for years, but this season?
They brought the kids.
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While we’ve seen a kit or two every once in a while, it’s a rare thing since our back lawn is large and predominantly cover free. Momma fox is a careful parent and won’t expose her offspring to open areas unless she knows it’s safe.
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So you can imagine how our jaws dropped when 6 foxes appeared in our backyard recently.
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No, you’re not counting incorrectly… there are only five pictured.
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By the time I got over the shock and grabbed my phone… number 6 had moved over to the blueberry bushes, out of range.
I’ve been waking up in the morning to completely empty bird feeders, which is odd because I refill them every evening. Usually this means the deer are back… but we’ve only seen one or two wandering around lately. Then last night, I flipped on the light at 10:00pm.
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Busted!
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The seed thief caught in the act.
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If you think those pudgy raccoons aren’t limber, I’ve got news for you …
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They can shimmy up and down poles as well as a squirrel and hang by two feet at will.
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Excuse the poor quality pics, I was shooting through the window.
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When Fatso finished emptying the feeders, he plopped down on the ground with the skunks.
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Who were none to happy to share and gave him their business ends.
We’ve finally received some much needed rain and our lawn has responded accordingly.
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The grass has started to turn green… just in time for it to turn brown in the fall…. and Lord Dudley Mountcatten approves.
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Not that you’d know it by his face.
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And while the grass is busy turning green, my husband is busy turning his rubber truck mat black.
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Back to Black to be precise, which made me start singing AC/DC … and it totally went over my other half’s head.
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Fall is here and cooler temps mean summer flowers are on clearance sale, like these sweet little hibiscus I picked up for the kitchen porch. They won’t last long… but they’re damn sure pretty right now.
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Another reason to love my town. A cart full of free flowers.
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