Just some deer…
And last month’s backyard fall leaves.
I fear for our resident buck this time of year.
Bow season in October, rifle season in November, black powder season in December.
Three months of abject slaughter I will never understand.
I’m tired of the culling argument. Mother Nature takes care of her own…. and hunters don’t want the small and the weak.
They want the big racks. (Of course they do, they’re men.)
They kill the strongest, largest and healthiest buck they can find…. which means those genes won’t get passed on.
Meanwhile, Momma’s fawns are growing up.
No more spotted Bambis.
And the does enjoy a treat before cold weather sets in….
My town’s FB page keeps me up to date on all the important local happenings…
And some of the not so important ones as well.
There were a lot of takers for this next one…
I’m just hoping this wasn’t their mode of transportation.
Another lost pig made the news…
And he seemed pretty happy to stay that way.
Then there was a woman wondering if anyone was interested in a group she was getting together.
Clearly she attended one of those crazy adult education classes I’m always riffing about.
And finally there was this one, posted on the day Maine made cell phone usage while driving illegal.
Technically it’s not about my town, but funny all the same.
Goat horn foreheads should never be overlooked.
Thank you Google Images for providing my nightmare material for the foreseeable future.
Because sometimes I want to share, and they just don’t rate a blog of their own.
A few shots of my local area.
I’m blessed to live in such a beautiful state.
Top that for sunrise color. I dare ya!
As you’ve probably guessed by now, when we travel…. I take a lot of pictures. The husband is quite patient with me and usually pulls over when I point out the window, squeee! and yell pull over. He never wants to photograph anything, so I had to laugh a few weeks ago when he stopped along side something and asked me to take a picture of it for him.
And am seriously hoping it doesn’t end up in our barn in the near future.
This is not what you want to be following during a traffic jam on Route 1. I saw pink hippos in my dreams for many nights after that.
No makeup, just a smile…. and the realization that laying out in the sun this past summer has bleached my hair to the point where I now have dark roots without ever having dyed it.
What the Hell?
For once, our small town’s Facebook page rose above the petty gossip and backstabbing and actually came in handy. Last night, along with the usual lost pig notices… there was a report of a dump truck flipping over, taking out a power line and closing the main road. This was helpful since my husband’s car had overheated and left him stranded on I-295. Knowing about the closure in advance saved me taking the out of the way detour.
Of course the page also had some other gems.
Rent a goat! There’s a start up sure to make a fortune.
Heck, they love to eat…
Are easy to transport….
And give great back massages.
How could you lose?
Then there was this:
Someone wants to cook pie for me?
That can’t be bad.
And finally, there was this heartfelt thank you note…
Moral of that story?
If you live in the country, always carry carrots and apples.
There’s no correct amount of produce for that.
We live in the country with a large back yard…
and some woods.
This leads to a lot of avian visitors.
Some of whom sadly commit suicide on our windows.
I wasn’t here when this particular bird went splat, but it did leave me a rather prominently placed clue in our bedroom.
A perfect dead bird body print.
Complete with wings.
RIP little one.
More blurbs from my town’s FB page that are too good not to share.
Lots of things were lost this month….
Along with Batman, there was the weekly pig escape.
Before moving here, I never knew errant pigs were such a problem.
And apparently sheep are as well.
Big white coffee tables.
Ya gotta love it.
This next one was amusing as well.
I’m not sure a bat circling your couch is a valid reason to call 911…. but I never saw the update, so maybe I’m wrong.
And finally, there was this….
Glad I wasn’t in town that day….
Thankfully our air was fish stink free.
Maine is a quirky place.
The landscape is rugged….
And the weather is challenging to say the least.
So we tend to have a sense of humor about most things…
Even road signs.
Like this one I saw the other day.
Can you read the note to boaters?
” Attention Boaters!!
Unless your truck and trailer can fly, you can’t get to the boat launch!
Just sayin! ”