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I came upon this article the other day and had to laugh.
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This is so Maine. And one of the many reasons I love my state.
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A police cruiser filled with chickens at the Dunkin’ Donuts drive through window?
Just another day in the great white north.
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The Winter Olympics are over, but some stories are still worth telling.
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Not being born with that particular appendage, I can only imagine what that would feel like. The time I froze the Oscar Meyer wieners by mistake comes to mind, and if so? Ouch!
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I’m happy to report Cluck was adopted. Read about him here.
https://amp.charlotteobserver.com/news/state/north-carolina/article258043433.html
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There are numerous reasons I’m not flying right now. Covid, extended periods of mandatory masking which kick my hot flashes into high gear, and crazy passengers who have to be zip tied during flight… but a stranger’s bare feet on the back of my head? If this is what’s happening now, I may never fly again.
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Of course it will. The way things are going in the world these days, I expected no less.
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Sorry, you’re on your own with this one. I didn’t read the article. My life is fine just the way it is.
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Local news from the great white north.
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So yes, there are drawbacks to living in colder climates.
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But on the flip side, some lucky chickens get to live indoors.
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This happens more often than you’d think in our town.
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Perhaps they’ve started a Union and are on strike?
“No pay?
No lay!”
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After careful consideration… I decided I needed some festive chickens for next year’s Christmas display.
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I mean really, how could I not? They’re delightful.
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I have to admit I was a bit put off by the price. $63 per bird seemed a trifle much.
It was then I decided to read the product reviews and see if the clucking things were worth it.
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A bright light of nothingness? How could that be! They looked so wonderful in the ad.
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Well that is a seriously disappointing hen to be sure.
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It’s…. flat.
Exactly how flat?
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Flatter than my high C note when I’m singing in the shower flat.
And no one wants that.
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If it stood still.. I used to decorate it for Christmas. I’ve strung lights on roofs, railings, windows, stone walls, mailbox posts and well houses. I’ve had lighted reindeer, snowflakes, trees, snowmen, holly leaves and yes, an alligator.
Trust me when I say stringing lights and keeping them lit is a full time job in Maine winters. It’s not for the faint hearted and over the years I’ve simply lost the will. These days I throw some wreaths on the windows and doors, some candles in the windows and call it good.
But every once in a while I’ll see something that makes me want to decorate again…
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Christmas chickens!
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You have to admit… that’s different.
And while I don’t have a farm, I do have a large barn where those birds would look right at home.
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This week’s headlines from my little corner of the world.
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It’s duck season in Maine, so you can’t blame the poor bird for trying to find safe water.
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Not being a fan of eggs, I refuse to give this pie the recognition they believe it deserves.
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There you have it. A one of a kind chicken conveyance.
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Keep grandma off the streets!
Buy jam.
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We have chicken neighbors, but the rude things never drop by.
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My town’s Facebook page was critter-centric with this week starting with this awesome visitor.
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We had one on our roof a while back but I wasn’t quick enough to get a photo. They’re such glorious fellows.
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I hear that on the zucchini. Everyone is trying to foist them on us lately.
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Outhouse shed combo. When you’re working on something and just don’t want to waste the energy it takes to walk back to the house.
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Our neighbors have lost a few birds to foxes. But I think we need to examine how #20 survived. Could have been an inside job.
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Alright, so it’s not a dog waiting at the door with your slippers. You still have to admit it’s sweet…
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The combination of marshmallow fluff and cream cheese is enough to make me hurl, but I suppose it’s an appropriate name. Eat enough of that and your booty will definitely be dipping.
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If you’ve been in or around the military you’ll be laughing right now. If not, please continue reading.
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A talking pear?
Damn it… now I’ll have to go out and listen to ours.
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There’s no reason for this chicken. He just made me smile.
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That’s one bottle that will not be making it’s way into the man cave bar.
WTH?
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I don’t usually pay attention to the Facebook memories section, but this one from an old blog friend popped up the other day and I had to laugh.
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It really does.
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That sounds simple and delicious.
If you try it before me? Let me know.
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And for Brian at http://brianlageose.blog
Because we were chatting a while back about the ridiculous old station wagons we had to drive as teenagers. Here’s my husband and I posing in front of my parent’s ‘62 Ford Falcon.
Complete with wood on the side… because we stylin’.
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If you look closely you’ll see the entire passenger side is crumpled from me side swiping a telephone pole when I was 16.
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This baby had a top speed of 51mph by the time I got her…. complete with vacuum wipers, a manual choke, and AM radio. I was the envy of exactly (count ‘em) none of my friends.
Please don’t judge the head to toe stone washed denim… it was the late 80’s. We had to.
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Finally, here’s Lord Dudley…
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In typical goober mode.
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He should, but thank God he can’t.
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I can honestly say I will never need a Russian pickle puff.
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But I suppose it’s good to know they exist all the same.
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Shark slippers? I’m sure they’re great for scaring the crap out of sand crabs, but no.
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Do I need to drink my cocktails out of a bird’s ass?
I most assuredly do not.
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And if I don’t need a bird ass cocktail delivery system? I certainly don’t need an egg laying one. Trust me, this will not relieve my stress.
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