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A sedentary walk, stoner shampoo, baby chucks, before and afters.

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When the weather is perfect?

It’s time for walkies… with a nod to Barbara Woodhouse.

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But when you harness His Lordship? It’s more like sitties.

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And when he spots the red b*tch in a tree?

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It’s a half hour of reclinies.

On another note, WordPress continues with its sometimes pointed congratulations.

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Was that a compliment?

It’s getting hard to tell.

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Since Maine legalized marijuana use? Pot stores are everywhere…on every corner, in every little town. Rural hamlets that don’t even have a gas station will have 3 or 4 weed distributors. It’s bizarre. And with the influx of chronic suppliers I’ve noticed an increase in magic herb related products as well.

Hemp shampoo? I don’t know.

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But Grateful Dead gummies seems a good fit.

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Two baby chucks.

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Squirrel included for size reference.

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In posting about our storm door replacement, I realized I forgot to include the before and afters.

Before. ⬆️

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After.

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Before.

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After.

😊

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Baby chuck discovers the deck.

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I’ve only seen three baby chucks this year which is unusual as momma tends to have four or five. But one of them is brave and has been scampering off on his own.

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Right up on our deck.

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After a rain shower.

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He was a bit damp and bedraggled.

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And stopped for a quick drink.

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Before heading back home.

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They’re so cute when they’re young and uncoordinated.

💕

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Maine events.

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I had a good chuckle at some local Maine events recently.

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Whoopie pies are a thing up here. They come in numerous flavors, everyone makes them and everyone loves them. (Except my husband, for reasons I’ve never understood. They’re delightful) And while a wine pairing with whoopies might seem strange to some, it’s perfectly logical to us.

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Cocktails? Yes.

Fried bugs? No.

I’d have to be very, very happy to reach for those.

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Can’t believe I missed this one!

Maine has very few rabbits left in the wild and there are none in my area. I would totally have eaten pastries and cuddled bunnies!

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First baby sighting…

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Just when I was getting worried we hadn’t seen any baby woodchucks?

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One brave little guy followed momma out of the shed.

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At first he didn’t know what to make of the carrot buffet…

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And wanted mom to feed him.

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But momma chuck isn’t exactly a hands paws on parent…

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And let him figure it out for himself.

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Before long he was happily munching alongside her.

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Porch furniture and a four legged pillow thief…

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Our new barn porch furniture has arrived.

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And it’s a whole lot bigger than our old ancient set.

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I can’t say I’m overly thrilled to have an outdoor recliner, but my husband sure is.

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You may notice that something is missing.

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And by missing, I mean on a table inside the barn.

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You’ll see there are five throw pillows. The set came with six. But the day after I set up the furniture and went outside to read?

There were four.

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I retrieved number five from under the barn.

Number six seems to be gone for good and I’m sure Momma Chuck is to blame. She’s been on an insane search for nesting material this year and it seems our porch furniture is irresistible.

😡

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So since I can’t have color contrasting pillows due to thieving critters, I’m thinking of adding a rug .

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Even she won’t be able to steal that.

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Meet the mayor.

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This is Sunshine Larry, the unofficial Mayor of Bath, Maine.

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Sunny was a stray cat who lived in a public park and made a lot of friends.

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And even though he has a nice home with a loving family now….

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Sunny still likes to wander.

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And has become a bit of an internet sensation.

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Sadly, I’ve never met Sunny in person.

(In feline?)

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But I sure would like to .

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Sunny is a local celebrity.

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But he doesn’t let it go to his head.

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❤️

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For the birds.

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Every once in a while we have a strange bird drop by the feeders.

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We’re not near the beach, though our property does back up on a large river.

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But this wayward traveler spotted the woodchuck buffet and decided to munch.

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You really don’t want to encourage a seagull.

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Before long one will become twelve and your backyard will resemble a landfill, with a dozen squawking birds fighting (and pooping) everywhere.

So after a few quick pics for blogging purposes, I went outside and shoo’d him off.

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Or so I thought.

Because when I turned around to go inside…

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He’d taken up a recon position.

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Seagulls don’t play.

😳

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