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A coffee drinking cat and other random photos of his lordship.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an odd bird. His latest quirk is stealing a few sips of my husband’s coffee in the morning.

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I thought he was attracted to the cream, but pouring him a bowl of that of his own earned me nothing but a turned up nose.

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This is his favorite hosta. Every time we go for a walk he’s determined to find something to chase in there.

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The cat knows how to chill, no doubt.

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Until the dreaded vacuum is turned on. Then the ears go back and he beats feet to hide under the bed and dream of vengeance.

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Random nonsense

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Have you seen the new yellow watermelons at the grocery store?

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I had to try one… and to be honest I wasn’t that impressed. The texture was a little strange and I don’t think it was nearly as sweet as the red.

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No wonder it always looks like dolphins are having fun. They’re high.

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I’ve had this houseplant on a window shelf for years. I can’t remember the name, but it’s always been a small steady presence…until this month when it decided to grow long tentacles and turn into an alien. If I disappear from WordPress suddenly? You’ll know why.

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Don’t think raccoons are accomplished acrobats? I beg to differ.

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We’re dry in Maine. Unusually dry for this time of year. As in parts of our lawn are crunching and half the state is in drought conditions. Me? I’m still dragging 300 feet of hose out to the back 40 to keep our new trees alive. It seems we just can’t win when it comes to picking a time to plant.

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Whaaat! Not my ice cream.

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Whew. Only Floridian ice cream.

Sorry Florida..

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Misc. wildlife.

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All kinds of critters are showing up for the evening buffet at Casa River.

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Some of them a tad more odiferous than others.

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I wish it was still legal in Maine to de-scent a skunk and have one for a pet. A friend of mine did that back in the day and the little fluff ball was wonderful. Affectionate, playful and litter box trained. More than I can say for some of my friend’s husbands now that I think about it.

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Baby chucks are always the first to pounce. Carrots, apples, lettuce, melon and blueberries? Love them.

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Spinach, celery and strawberries? Won’t touch them.

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We have one young lone deer showing up for grain a few times a week.

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We probably won’t see the herd back until fall.

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Let’s play.

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Admit it. You have nothing better to do right now…

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Seeing that our yard/property is covered in flowers instead of vegetables and the pear tree, apple trees, and blueberry bushes aren’t ready to harvest yet ….

I’m going to have to go with woodchuck.

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Kidding!

( But with all the fruit I feed them, they’d probably be sweet. )

So what’s on your dinner table tonight?

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In which his Lordship searches for woodchucks.

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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten prefers watching squirrels and birds, the abundance of baby woodchucks scampering around the royal landscape can be perplexing. He spots them, but then they scurry into a hole.

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Usually this hole, which is really more of a tunnel dug under a burning bush after we removed a dead cedar.

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His Lordship is a patient soul and knows they’ll pop their heads up sooner or later.

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Catching them? Well that’s a whole other issue.

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After he sees one, he searches everywhere.

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Sorry buddy. I don’t think they’re in there…

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News you can’t use.

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Because it’s so much more interesting than news you can.

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That’s good to know. I’m tired of worrying about Covid anyway.

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Why the alarm? I think they sound perfectly delightful.

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Yes, I’m here to tell you first hand… it most definitely is happening. On the plus side, this is the first time I’ve been glad I came up allergic to lobster 9 years ago.

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Of course she did. I would expect nothing less.

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Mr. Happy? How can you tell….

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And is it me…. or is this one of those owners who starts to resemble their pet?

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Waking up to a horror.

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Warning- disturbing, graphic images of a dead animal ahead.

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Still here? Okay then…

I woke up the other morning and thought I saw something strange on the front lawn. Still in my pajamas, I asked the husband to investigate. He came back inside with a strange look and a reticence to tell me what he’d found. After much shuffling of feet and stalling.. he told me Momma woodchuck had been killed.

I couldn’t believe it. She’s a tough old lady and I literally watched her chase off a fox last year.

Much as I didn’t want to, I had to see for myself.

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Poor thing.

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Something… coyote? fisher?… had ripped it apart. But as awful as it was, I told my husband the good news. It wasn’t momma chuck.

He thought I was nuts and proceeded to deal with the corpse. He said I couldn’t possibly tell one woodchuck from another … but I knew.

And a few hours later?

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Momma chuck and her baby enjoying some leftover deer grain.

Silly man. He should never doubt my ability to identify the critters I feed.

❤️

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