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A duck rumble

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Our pair of visiting mallards is so cute. The male follows the female around the yard like a lost puppy and sits patiently while she nibbles.

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But then….

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Two rival males arrived.

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He chased them, he flew at them, he put his head down and charged them but nothing worked.

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They just kept moving closer.

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Right after I took this picture he went full ninja duck on their ass and finally drove them off. The Mrs? She was not impressed and simply kept eating.

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Ducks vs woodchuck

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The bowl of deer grain is popular, with everyone but the deer for whom it is intended.

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Our resident woodchuck, (named Chuck because we’re creative that way) loves it…

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But so do our new friends the ducks.

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It’s first come first serve at Casa River, and no matter how much posturing and maneuvering the waterfowl did…

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Chuck reigned supreme.

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And even barked at them when they got too close. I’ve been known to do the same around my margaritas, so I don’t judge.

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Meanwhile at Casa River…

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Night time visitors continue to surprise us when we walk back from the barn.

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And while surprising us is no big deal? Surprising them can be.

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A friend of my husband’s gifted him this Red Sox clock. He loved it and immediately hung it on the man cave wall. I on the other hand, realized it’s outdated. It says “7 time World Champions” when the number is currently 9. The reason for the gift is now apparent, at least to me.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He couldn’t care less.

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Behold the wonder I found at the package store. Margarita wine! Taste test and review to follow..

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Our neighbors have all the luck. They get an exotic bird with iridescent plumage….we get a red squirrel bitch with sharp teeth.

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In retrospect, not a good idea.

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We have a raccoon who visits nightly. And while he’s a cute, pudgy old fellow… he’s extremely destructive when it comes to our birds feeders. Every morning we wake up to one or two on the ground, often in pieces. A month ago I started taking them down at dusk and putting them in the garage overnight. When I went to bed early last week and forgot? The husband got lazy and left them on the kitchen porch.

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Not a good idea.

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Not at all good.

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The bitch is back.

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And damned if she doesn’t look like she just gave birth.

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We’ve sealed up every hole we could find, but that won’t stop her.

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She’ll just chew through another wall.

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How can something so small can be so destructive?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her from the window and was very interested.

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Which might be just the incentive I need to allow him to go outside.

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Catching up with backyard visitors.

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Just some random photos I cleared off my camera the other day.

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This was the last sighting of our blue eyed fawn from last year.

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Photos were taken in January and though we’ve seen some full grown deer this month, it’s hard to tell if he’s among them.

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Can you see the visitor in this pic?

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It’s a Red Tail Hawk who uses our backyard as his hunting ground.

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Close proximity to the bird feeders makes for some tasty dove nuggets.

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He’s a young hawk and is still mastering his technique.

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While it’s hard to see piles of feathers litter the ground, these birds of prey really are fabulous creatures. And if he swoops down and claims a certain red rodent….. I can’t say I’ll be heartbroken.

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Hope springs eternal.

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Yes, the husband bought another tarp in anticipation of another rain storm.

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And yes, he decided to put it on the roof on a windy day.

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What a good idea that was.

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Was I helping?

Yes.

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Was I also laughing my *ss off and photographing the endeavor?

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Of course.

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At least this tarp is heavier and smaller so it doesn’t hang over the side and flap in the breeze like the last one.

Will it stay on the roof during a storm? Doubtful, but not for lack of trying on the husband’s part.

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Required shot of our backyard with the paltry amount of winter snow taken from the top of my ladder.

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