Tag Archives: backyard

Henry the Hawk and a squirrel who knows how to work a pole.

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We have a new backyard visitor who is showing up every day, twice a day.

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He’s a juvenile Coopers Hawk who has discovered our backyard bird feeders.

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We’ve named him Henry and he’s quite content to hang out in the gardens and wait for a meal to fly by.

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He’s young, and his hunting skills need some fine tuning.

Honestly? He misses more often than not.

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But he’s one very chill little dude.

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In other news, we seem to have a squirrel ready for the stripper Olympics.

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I say this because his pole acrobatics are quite impressive.

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That’s a 9.5 right there.

🤣

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Eerie skies, a plethora of lobster and how you know you’re getting old.

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Now and then, right before sunset in the summer… we have an eerie backyard light.

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Sadly none of those rain clouds dropped anything on us.

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But they made for pretty pictures.

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Now that is a bowl of lobster stew.

No tiny minced pieces or disappointing puree there. No sir.

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Much as I hate to admit it, I’ve finally reached the age where a new sheet of stamps excites me. I may have oohed when I first saw this one.

Sigh.

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I’d live here anyway, but it’s nice to know we have high rankings.

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This is now a skunk water dish.

Other backyard critters need not apply.

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The husband at a yard sale, or more precisely a barn sale.

The barn was filled with rusty old things and he was in heaven.

See the sign posted on that giant cabbage shredder?

He bought the shredder.

😩

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A rainbow, a recipe and Cluck Norris.

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Porch geese have been around for years and women have been dressing them in seasonal costumes equally as long. But a bar in downtown Bath has taken it to the next level.

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Cluck Norris.

Best. Porch. Goose. Name. Ever.

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I’m always saving these lists of helpful hints but rarely try them. Though chalk in the jewelry box sounds easy enough.

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Just sayin’…

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A skunk-less rainbow this time.

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Only in Maine.

Fun fact? The house where I grew up on the Island was built in 1842 and had a large two story garden shed in the back yard. At the rear of the building? A three hole outhouse.

Because togetherness is everything.

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This was yummy.

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Though I added some sun dried tomatoes and fresh basil. Next time I think I’d half the mozzarella amount or use Parmesan.

Meanwhile in the backyard…

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Someone else is looking well fed.

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New feeder success.

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I had a creepy crawly issue with my old hummingbird feeders this summer . Ants discovered both of them and every time I checked? There were dead insects floating in the liquid.

When ants die, they release a chemical that disgusts the hummingbirds so after trying all the home remedies…. Vaseline on the hanging pole, vinegar to disrupt their scent trail etc… I sucked it up and bought new feeders with ant moats on top.

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I’m calling it a success.

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Four drinking stations.

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Four birds.

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And at the other larger feeder?

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Serious jostling for position.

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Pickles, rural life and backyard critters.

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I like a good kosher dill with my sandwich now and then but I don’t actively search for the them on the internet… so why does my FB algorithm kick into high pickle gear every now and then?

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I’m passing on the pickle minions.

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And flights are for beer! Or occasionally, margaritas.

No pickles required.

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Pickle slush?

Hard pass, no matter how cute the glass.

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I will not.

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Yay for me, I guess.

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You know the seafood is fresh when…

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Cow patty bingo without a cow? Where’s the fun in that…

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A few weeks ago our lawn was a lush green…

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And a veritable wildlife bonanza showed up for a nosh.

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The gang was all there.

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The sentinel.

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We have a little brick landing at the bottom of our back deck steps. My husband built it years ago without laying gravel so it heaves and shifts and separates and allows grass and weeds to fill in the cracks. This year I think portulaca has taken hold so I’m letting it grow in case it blooms.

But I digress…

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This landing had become one of our woodchuck babies preferred spots.

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The spot where he stands watch.

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Over what, I have no idea.

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But he takes his sentinel position very seriously.

❤️

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Return of the trash panda.

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Woodchucks and skunks abound at Casa River, but trash pandas come and go in irregular intervals.

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We’ll see them for a week or two and then they’ll disappear.

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This week brought a nice chubby fellow.

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Raccoons are fun to watch. They have very expressive faces and extremely dexterous paws.

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They also love water. So much, I have to provide a nightly bowl or they tip over my birdbath which still has the cracks and chips from last year’s visitors.

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Cute.

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But occasionally destructive.

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No matter.

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We welcome them all.

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