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Fair warning – our baby chuckers are on the move and there will be a plethora of photographs in the near future.
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I just can’t get enough of their little paws.
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The siblings stick closely together.
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Though the occasional squabble over prime fruit and veg does occur.
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This is the runt of the litter.
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And it must be hard when the buffet is bigger than you.
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But damn, he’s a cute little bugger.
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This first news flash is for my male readers.
Hang on men, help is on the way.
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It’s funny, but the first place my mind went with this was wondering if it’s run by the good people at Butterball who provide us with the how to cook a turkey hotline at Thanksgiving. If so, I hope the operators don’t confuse the two. Asking the masturbation experts what to do with the giblets could positively ruin the holiday.
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I must be seriously out of touch with what’s new and trending because naked pickle ball never crossed my mind when planning fun summer activities this year.
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It’s hard to get an accurate baby woodchuck count as they’re rarely all together.
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Four.
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Five.
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6.
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If you look closely there are actually 7. We’ve never had that many babies at one time …. and now I know why momma chuck always looks so annoyed.
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Babies are cute…
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But can also be a nuisance when you’re trying to eat dinner.
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In all the years I lived down south I could never bring myself to enjoy okra. Even deep fried I found it to be a slime filled snot ball.
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But if it can clean up plastic waste? I may have to rethink my aversion.
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That is some seriously vengeful lightning right there. In my head I’m hearing Liam Neeson’s voice. “I will find you”.
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Where has this been all my life?
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And what the Hell Canada! We’re your friendly lobster filled neighbors to the south…. please share.
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Now that is a yacht worth having.
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A good movie and bucket of popcorn dripping in melted butter makes me happy. A popcorn engagement ring? Not so much….
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My engagement ring… bought after we were married because we like to do things backwards…reflects a 38 year old paycheck and while fine quality, it isn’t even a carat. So 3.66? Sure. Sign me up.
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But a diamond that’s shaped and colored like buttered popcorn?
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That’s a hard pass from me.
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It’s that time of year again.
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Rhubarb time. When everyone who grows the noxious plant tries desperately to pawn it off on unsuspecting strangers. This rarely works, but if you’re visiting Maine in June, be warned.
Our small town has a wonderfully inventive food bank and is supported by many of our organic farmers. You never know what they’ll whip up next.
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Lots of items are advertised for free around these parts.
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No free turtle? I’ll pass.
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Believe me when I say you don’t want this fellow nibbling on your toes.
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I saw something interesting advertised on Facebook the other day.
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It’s some kind of fruit filled bubble that bursts when dropped in cocktails and I thought hey… that might be fun for the man cave bar. Until I saw they were $25 per plus tax… and $24.95 shipping. Undeterred, I sought them on Amazon.
While I was a bit disappointed they didn’t have the same brand, I was tickled by the imposter bubbles’ name.
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I might have to order them.
I mean really, who could resist?
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Momma chuck has been bellying up the buffet as soon as it’s laid.
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And though we offer tasty treats…
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She always seems to be scowling.
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The speed at which she can devour a sliced carrot is truly impressive.
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But she’s none too pleased when junior joins her and starts chowing down.
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The whole time we were exploring this area we met two other people on the trail.
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Talk about a hidden gem.
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Shame the wild raspberries weren’t quite ready.
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Now that’s my kind of conference room.
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It always surprises me how many beautiful little places there are like this along our coast. I’ve lived in Maine since I was 15 and never knew this existed.
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Another trail lead to a sweet little private beach.
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Hey, it’s Maine. If there’s 3 feet of sand? We call it a beach.
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Ending the hike, we took the final trail back to the parking lot.
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Where there was a wonderful old cemetery. I love exploring those and had just found a headstone from 1837 when I noticed the webs.
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Webs full of squirming worms that could have been the dreaded brown tail moth. No way I was rubbing up against those bad boys again.
Back in the car, there was only one thing left to do to make the day complete. A meal at our favorite Boothbay Harbor restaurant, the Boathouse Bistro.
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It’s not on the water, and the decor might leave a little to be desired but it has the best food around hands down. Spicy Cajun grilled shrimp and veggies on cheesy grits for me.
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And a perfectly cooked filet mignon with herbed truffle butter for the husband.
Life is good.
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Have you ever visited a military cemetery and wondered why there are coins on top of the headstones? I get asked this a lot and thought I’d share.
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I once saw a bratty little boy removing coins from graves in a veterans cemetery and while I don’t normally interfere with parents and their children…. you can bet I did that day.
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Judging from the ad photo, I’d say that one.
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I could do without a lot of things in this world, but never my books.
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This is one of our large backyard apple trees. It’s a Granny Smith and has provided us with 20 years of spectacular autumn pies. But last year a massive wind storm ravaged the right side of her and we had to have an arborist in to give her a massive prune. He assured us all would be well but the harvest will be nonexistent in 2022. Sadly there wasn’t a single solitary bloom this spring …. which means a lot less pie this fall.
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