Our resident fox is feeling comfortable at the buffet.
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They’re such beautiful creatures and I love seeing him trot up from the woods every evening.
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While he comes for the seeds and nuts spilled from the bird feeders, I also feed him mealworms, apples and berries which he loves.
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And small breed, high protein, grain free dry dog food with taurine. It’s the closest I can come to the fox food they sell on UK Amazon but won’t ship to the United States. Boo to that.
I’m hoping if he makes himself at home the law of averages will let him cross paths with a certain… oh so scrumptious… red squirrel who shall remain nameless.
Big momma woodchuck is out of hibernation and stuffing her face at a rapid pace.
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I’d thrown out bread for the birds earlier that morning but when I saw her arrive and start munching, I quickly gave her lettuce instead.
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You know, the head of iceberg lettuce my husband brought home from the store after I specifically wrote “green leaf, red leaf, Boston or romaine…. anything but iceberg!” on the grocery list.
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Even as hungry as momma chuck was….
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She left most of the tasteless crunchy white parts.
You have to admire a man who follows his passion and makes his dream come true. No matter how strange that dream may be….
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Yes, there really is a museum devoted to the penis. And surprise! A man thought of it.
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Let’s imagine the reading of that will shall we?
“ To my beloved wife… I leave our house, vehicles and savings account.”
“To my devoted children… I leave a substantial trust fund for their college education”
“To the strange man I met on the subway, I leave my penis… because I’ve always been proud of it and he promised to put it on display .”
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A bull whip penis will not be on the top of my Christmas list. Nope. Never. And can you imagine receiving one as a gift? I have a lot of fake smiles in my repertoire…. MIL cooked meals, Pampered Chef parties, office charity auctions, etc… but even I’d be hard put to look happy unwrapping that.
Our resident fox was here early enough the other night for me to grab a few photographs.
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He’s naturally skittish of human presence so I have to shoot through the window. If I get too close, or move too quickly… he’ll scamper off. And when he’s had enough of the paparazzi disturbing his snack?
Dogs of the world? Unite and bite your owners… at least the ones who invented and sell this nonsense.
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And if you think that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve seen today, hang on. It gets worse.
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While the chihuahua dog umbrella might seem cute, let’s visualize the Great Dane sized version and move on.
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I didn’t click on this oddity so I can’t relay any details. I get enough weirdo advertisements as it is, exploring canine penile wraps would take me down a dark tunnel I’d just as soon not visit.
A quick look at what’s happening in my corner of the world.
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That’s just… wrong.
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Alpaca Black Gold. Come and get it!
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I buy grain and seed from this store and must say the welcoming committee is quite friendly.
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If you ever see this beer? Drink it. Weird and wonderful… it’s tart with a hint of citrusy sweetness and you actually get a graham cracker crust after note. It’s bizarre, but awesome.
Because my life is a never ending series of nothing important.
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A 48 inch pike. While this man looks proud, they’re actually an invasive species that are destroying our lake’s natural ecosystems. People catch and release because no one wants to eat them.
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A blackberry lime sour from Mast Landing brewery. Pink, tart and strangely creamy. Yum!
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Our local pub has started serving Naan flatbreads. Sweet potato, bacon, caramelized onions, blue cheese with a honey maple drizzle. Double yum!
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Our resident fox is coming earlier in the evening to beat the skunks and raccoons to the buffet.
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We’ve had nothing but rain all month and our lawn is really getting torn up by the deer herd. Going to be a lot of yard work in our future.
I’m sure it’s flattering to be famous and have things named after you. Buildings, cars, fashion trends, cocktails …. all good. But millipedes?
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You have to wonder if an old boyfriend is behind that.
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Now that’s my kind of fundraiser! A 12 year bottle of Pappy can go for $1,400-$2,000 a pop. Even I’d grab a hammer for that….
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These people are so clueless it hurts. They have no idea the trouble they’ve invited into their home… because trust me, those oh so cute little darlings won’t be satisfied with the porch railing for long.