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Just for fun.

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Because I was waiting for my husband (to please stop talking and get back in the damn car!) the other day… I scrolled through my cell phone’s photo album all the way back to the beginning to find the very first pic I took.

(As of today, I have 16,999 photos there. I love technology!)

April of 2013.

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Meet Little Cheeper, a baby robin we found on our lawn after a storm. No nest or mother in sight so we adopted and raised him until he was old enough to release.

Did that little bugger poop? You betcha!

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We kept him in a cat carrier overnight, but let him fly around during the say to strengthen his wings.

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I didn’t want to hand train him as the goal was to set him free…

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But he was a sweetie who followed me all around the house.

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And helped me blog.

He was an adorable little guy, even if he did occasionally resemble a Starship Storm Trooper.

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We fed him canned dog food per the vet’s instructions, supplemented with live worms and fruit.

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Blueberries were his favorite.

All too soon (for me) it was time to let him go, and though I cried… it was the right thing to do.

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He was hesitant at first, but when he felt the gentle June breeze? He took off for the apple trees and never looked back. I kept my eye on him for a few hours as he explored our property.. but he took to the air like a pro and was gone to do what robins do soon after.

❤️

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Maine traffic jam.

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In Maine… you never what you’ll find around the next bend in the road.

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Yesterday it was a rather large flock of wild turkeys.

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Who were in absolutely no hurry to move out of my way.

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Since the husband chases every one of their brethren who show up under our bird feeders out of the yard due to prodigious amounts of poo….

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I was happy to stop and watch them amble by.

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Hope springs eternal.

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These sparrows have it in for our poor cat and are seriously driving him crazy.

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All of a sudden there are flocks of them gathering on our back deck and Lord Dudley Mountcatten is positively beside himself with angst.

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He cackles, he cries, he paws at the window and howls to go outside.

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And then runs right to the bushes where they hide when I oblige.

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His Lordship is not a graceful feline and more often than not falls flat on his face.

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Unless he’s sticking it in the bush on purpose.

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He’s on a leash, but there’s not much walking going on.

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Those birds should be ashamed of themselves. Before long Dudley will be needing kitty Valium.

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Follow the birdies.

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We have a group of sparrows that live to tease Lord Dudley Mountcatten .

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They perch on the deck railing and patio furniture… driving him absolutely insane when he’s on the back of the couch.

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So when we go outside for walkies? His Lordship is primed to hunt.

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Not that he ever comes close mind you. Those birds are too smart and too fast.

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But we chase them from bush to bush around the house and hope springs eternal.

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They know he can’t catch them, and seem to take great pleasure in the game.

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That sparrow is smiling. I know it.

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You can’t really tell from the picture, but trust me.. he was airborne here.

By the time we make a full trip around the house? They’re back on the railing…. and laughing.

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Lord Dudley on the other hand…

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🤣

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Follow the leader.

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The visiting pair of mallard ducks hasn’t been spotted at Casa River for a few weeks now… so I figured it was getting too dry and they’d moved on.

Until the other day when I was out mowing the front lawn and saw this:

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Momma duck and 13 babies!

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She sashayed across the lawn and headed right for the road … in front of an oncoming car which had me ditching the mower and running into the street waving my arms like a crazy person.

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She tried crossing three times and three times I had to stop traffic only to have her duck ( pun intended ) back on the lawn.

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Fourth time was vehicle free.

Momma and babies made it safely across.

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Critter news you can’t use.

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Being an animal lover, my eye is always drawn to stories and articles in which they feature.

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My girlfriend caught Covid in the first wave. It was a really bad time for her but thankfully she didn’t need to be hospitalized. She is however suffering many long Covid effects. Brain fog, hair thinning and worst of all … loss of taste and smell. It’s been almost two years and still nothing. She says the only flavor that breaks through is salt. Can you imagine only tasting salt for two years? I’m crossing my fingers for the hamsters.

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Shame I can’t talk the husband into it. He’s a pretty boy…

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This made my heart smile. Every store/business should adopt a shelter dog!

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A random chicken is loose in our town. I shall update the post if he struts by our house.

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I’m beginning to think she didn’t really want a tree…

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Eight years ago the flowering pear tree we’d planted by the bird feeders when we moved to this house died. My late mother, who loved nothing more than sitting on the deck watching our fine feathered friends, told me we needed to replace that tree because the birds missed it. Sadly, she passed two months later… and because she wanted me to make the decision what to do with her ashes, I laid part of her to rest with a beautiful tulip tree in that very spot.

Unfortunately the tree wasn’t hardy enough for the rugged Maine winters and croaked two years later. As did the flowering dogwood we planted after that and the Rose of Sharon after that. Two years ago when our neighbor gave us a few river birches to plant in front of the man cave/barn, we transplanted a flowering plum to my mother’s spot. It did well, for two years.

But now….

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There it goes.

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Undeterred and very determined to give my mother the tree she wanted… we went to an extremely expensive nursery where I paid an astronomical sum for a flowering crabapple.

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It was a beautiful specimen. Tall and bursting with good health.

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So in it went, with my mother.

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My fingers and toes are crossed this one makes it more than two years.

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Because if this one dies, I’m really going to wonder if my mother is trying to tell me something.

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