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Because I’m still trying to find the humor in this shit show.
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They did. They really did…
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I feel like that’s actually happening. Not airborne bovines, but the decided lack of amazement. After surviving 2020? Nothing will faze me.
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This makes a morbid kind of sense.
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Uh oh.
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Wish me luck!
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I’m afraid I’m already there…
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I also love all the ridiculous things people post about on its Facebook page.
In case you were wondering, no one volunteered to remove the stinky little bugger and he was released.
Skunk-1
Homeowner-0.
A reasonable response, but hell.
I didn’t even know we had a potato truck!
I showed this to the husband…. but he said there’s no room in the barn.
😡
I don’t know…
Cowbusters?
I hate when someone beats me to the perfect comment, don’t you?
A chicken plucker!
I’m shivering in avian sympathy.
Never let it be said life with my husband is dull.
Take the other day for example…. he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride up the coast.
Envisioning a leisurely scenic drive along the crystal blue ocean, I jumped at the chance.
This is where we ended up.
A salvage yard.
And it’s a testament to how much I love that man that I was actually thrilled.
Thrilled that he was willing to throw a few things out and not dump pick to add to his collection.
Marriage.
It’s funny that way.
Although what this sign was originally warning against I’m sure I don’t know.
Beware!
Oreo cows ahead?
Time for an update on the stories making the news on my town’s Facebook page.
Traffic jams are awful, no two ways about it…..
But in my town?
They’re not always bumper to bumper.
And then there was this:
No, damn it! I did not.
We’ve lived here over 17 years and the only moose I’ve seen was a dead one on I-95.
Trotting right down Main Street?
Another missed opportunity.
And finally, there was this:
My first thought was the zombie fish apocalypse had begun… and I started to get a little nervous.
But it turns out a bald eagle was fishing the river, dropped his sturgeon while flying and decided to munch on it in situ.
Because the thought of zombie fish taking over my blog?
Not cool.
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.
Singing bowls?
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.
**Shudders**
We hadn’t been to the Topsham Fair in years, and after going the other day I remembered why.
Maine has some fabulous county fairs….. but this isn’t one of them.
With a $12 charge per person to get in? There should have been more… everything.
We started with the livestock, because I do love me some critters.
I got up close and personal with sheep….
While the husband chatted up a cow.
This cow was lying down.
As was her owner…
And it took all my willpower not to yell at him to drop his phone and learn how to spell her name properly.
Sorry El….
This cow had a little speck of something on her nose…
Which proved to be no problem.
Yes, that’s her tongue. And she knew how to use it.
Did you know…
Cows can’t vomit?
I live to enlighten.
We saw ox, and horses.
Some huge.
Some small.
We saw pigs…
With lots of baby pigs…
And goats..
With some pretty big…
Sorry…. but holy crap!
How do you walk with balls that big?
We strolled around looking for the chicken barn….
Only to discover there wasn’t one.
Very disappointing.
And then we walked past the “Decorate a Bale of Hay” contest.
Which… yeah.
Was a bit odd.
I temporarily lost the husband to some old rusty crap.
And found him checking out some sweet old vehicles for sale.
We meandered through the collection of carriages and sleighs which we always love…
And found a cannon…
With a strategically placed ball.
In a sack.
Tell me someone doesn’t have a sense of humor….
We made the obligatory walk through the exhibition hall.
But the Blue Ribbon rhubarb failed to thrill.
And aside from the carnival rides we didn’t ride and the roach coach junk food that we didn’t eat, that was it….
Until I spotted George.
And fell in love.
I mean… look at him!
George is an Emu.
Homely…
Humble..
And despite the prehistoric raptor like gaze, quite friendly.
Here’s some riveting video of him drinking water.
And a little something closer up.
He’s over 6 foot tall, with coarse dense feathers.
Yes, we bonded…. and I petted him.
Totally worth the $12 admission price.
When it’s hot in Maine? You head for the coast where the sea breeze cools the temperatures considerably.
So that’s what we did on the July 4th weekend.
We battled the tourist traffic on Route 1 and headed north with a cool and calm demeanor.
Seriously….. there’s a reason we call you people Massholes. You’re not going to find a barista on every corner in this state, please go back to Boston.
Boothbay Harbor was packed, so we kept going.
Through downtown Rockland where they clearly wanted us to eat something. Hopefully not the building itself.
And through downtown Camden where the cows are always smiling.
Camden is a gorgeous harbor town with lovely old homes lining both sides of the main street.
This one always catches my eye…
Not your typical New Englander to be sure.
We wanted to stop for a drink and a bite in Lincolnville….
But sadly the Whale’s Tooth Pub didn’t open till 4:00pm.
So we ended up in Belfast, down by the harbor.
Which is always a good choice.
To be continued…
