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Well…
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Not technically.
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My husband won’t let me.
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Well…
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Not technically.
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My husband won’t let me.
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Our raccoon friend is showing up early most every night now.
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Waddling across the back lawn..
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And chowing down.
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I love to watch him. (Her?)
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The deer aren’t as thrilled…
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But I think they’re getting used to him.
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A name might be in order.
Any ideas?
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Temperatures are warming during the day, our grass is finally green and the fox are back.
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I say foxy lady in the title, but to be honest I’m not sure.
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Sexing a fox requires getting up close and personal… and that I can not do.
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But I can watch from afar and take pictures.
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With Lord Dudley Mountcatten on high alert beside me.
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Because male or female, it’s still a canine… and His Lordship is not a fan.
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The deer are used to sharing the backyard spread with skunks.
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But lately a trash panda is beating the stinky little critters to the buffet.
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I’m thrilled because while we have nightly raccoons…
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They rarely show up before it’s too dark to get a photo.
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And though I’m tickled with the little masked bandits…
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The deer don’t know what to make of him.
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Especially when raccoon #2 waddles in.
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Proving two raccoons is two too many.
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People laugh when I talk about Maine having slightly different seasons than other states … summer, fall, winter and mud.
But it’s true.
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See?
Proof.
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This explains a lot.
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Our nightly skunks are back.
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And looking very well fed.
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Fascinating stuff.
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Photo… because sometimes you simply need pie.
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How awesome is that!
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The red b*tch is back and driving our boy crazy.
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Running across the deck railing and making Lord Dudley Mountcatten cackle in frustration.
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He was so agitated I had to take him outside for a closer look.
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He tried….
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But she’s just too quick.
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Because they took care of our cat while we were in Newport, I returned the favor and watched our neighbors two cats while they were in California. Upon return she brought us a thank you gift of regional beer.
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But not just any beer.
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Beer with a sense of humor.
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Ah, spring in Maine. It can go from 70 degrees to snow in 24 hours.
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And when the grass starts to green…
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The deer start blowing winter coats.
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They look like scruffy ragamuffins..
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And we find clumps of hair all over the lawn.
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We definitely did not.
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Unfortunate typo aside, I’m going to try this and report back.
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My husband has been knee deep into his coin collection of late. Sorting, researching, pricing and organizing.
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Which means Lord Dudley Mountcatten for the assist.
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No matter how many times he’s politely relocated to another room?
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He finds his way back.
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And helps, in true cat fashion.
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It’s the price you pay for being his favorite person.
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❤️
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A fellow blogger saw a weird news item online and naturally thought of me. I’m not sure that’s a compliment, but if the shoe fits?
Write a post about it.
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No, this isn’t a joke.
It happened.
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Clearly this monkey used to listen to Stephen Stills.
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Admittedly, the deer looks less than thrilled.
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Damn, I hope not.
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There’s riding…
And then there’s riding.
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You’re welcome.
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We’ve had a single fox visitor on and off all winter, but the other evening?
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He may have brought his wife.
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Or husband, or brother, or second cousin.
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No matter who the plus one was,…
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He was fit, healthy and beautiful.
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And now there are two.
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Which is twice as much viewing pleasure.
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