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When you live in the country, the news is rarely exciting or dangerous. It is however filled with eggs.
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That’s one busy chicken.
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Try as I might, I can not convince my husband we need a cow. Even a sweet, well deserving pregnant cow who will save us money on milk.
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It seems like everyone’s chickens are busy.
Fresh and free. You can’t beat that.
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The husband has a standing Sunday afternoon pool game with the little old man up the road. He’s a widower my other half met years ago at breakfast, and as soon as we remodeled the barn into a man cave… the weekly game commenced.
Last week a few other friends showed up and team play got underway. There was a lot of laughing.
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And a great deal of thinking.
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It seems like every time I went out to refresh the snacks, there was one shot taken…
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And then more thinking.
So much thinking…
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More often than not, the mild mannered 85 year old widower cleaned the table while the rest of the men continued thinking.
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He may be small, but every little bone in is body is competitive.
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No matter. Beer, chili and cornbread are great equalizers.
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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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We have a young Coopers hawk who enjoys using our backyard bird feeders as a training ground for hunting. He’s not very adept at capture yet, but he sure does give it the old college try.
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He also drives Lord Dudley Mountcatten completely insane. The poor feline is confused. It’s a bird, so he’s fascinated. But it’s a predator, so he’s scared.
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It’s only a matter of time before blood and feathers will be scattered on the ground.
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And while that’s hard to take….
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Hawks really are beautiful creatures.
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And deserve to eat just like the rest of us.
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While I enjoy a sweet treat as much as the next girl, and am seriously pro dessert…
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The word dump tends to take a little bloom off the rose for me.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten. He tries to hide, but isn’t very good at it.
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A very clever use of faucet handles to be sure. And now that I think about it, a spring flower that even my dastardly woodchucks couldn’t eat.
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Facebook. It’s annoying… but still the best way I know to keep up with old friends. And speaking of old, this was my FB memory from the other day. A photo of me and the hubs in the French Alps many moons ago. Yes, I was rock climbing in flip flops. Oh to be young and stupid again..
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I’m not a hot tub type of girl. The thought of sitting in a warm bucket of water, pruning up with friends is not high on my list of preferred activities. And while the idea of free floating ray shaped cleansers is compelling….
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The idea of a scum covered pool of my bff’s exfoliated skin hasn’t changed my mind.
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One of our local grocery stores is now posting trivia. How fun is that?
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A combination of Scotch and Amaretto? I’ll refuse it and take my chances. Blech!
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The fact that there are people who will buy this product instead of just picking one up off the ground makes my head hurt.
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Black Bacon.
Now that’s a kick ass band name if ever I heard one.
How about you?
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The husband and I tried a relatively new restaurant/pub last week.
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And from the quality of their cocktails, I see a return trip in our future.
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The snow covered cranberry was delightful.
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As was the gin sipper, but it was this sign that got my husband’s attention.
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Now that’s a great idea, and clearly quite popular.
When our spinach flatbread appetizer came out to the table without the aforementioned spinach? The owner immediately came over and said a replacement was being made which he would box up for us take home, free. As was the fabulous error flatbread we were already halfway through. And when he saw my husband’s USMC hat? The beer was free as well. I could get used to this place.
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A fried haddock sandwich with dill aioli and a harvest salad with blackened chicken later, we were replete. After tipping large and dropping $10 on the bar to pay for a couple of veteran’s beers later… we walked out past this.
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Clearly there’s a history of service at this restaurant/pub.
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And while I’m not a religious person, I do appreciate the honor paid to our veterans.
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When the herd shows up early, before we’ve put out the nightly snack?
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Raiding the bird feeders is the next best thing.
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And if you’ve ever wondered why they’re called white tailed deer?
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That’s why.
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Hey lady…. it’s time for dinner.
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But it might help if your dessert looks like this….
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Slainte!
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