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Saturday afternoon, the deer and the snow showed up at the same time.
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Our two little bowls of sweet grain don’t last long with a herd of 13 and there’s always a good deal of jostling for position. This includes outright kicking.
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It’s hard to tell, but our buck has finally lost part of his rack.
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And as the alpha male he usually gets a bowl to himself.
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For your viewing pleasure, deer tv.
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There are many reasons I choose to blog from my iPhone instead of my computer.
#1. Since we live in rural Maine… land of slow as molasses internet service… it’s quicker.
#2. It’s portable, I can blog wherever I want and don’t need to be stuck behind my desk.
#3. I take most of my pictures with my phone so it’s easier to plop them in posts.
But the 4th and most important reason I rarely blog from my computer?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten, who sees no earthly reason why he shouldn’t sit right in front of the screen two seconds after I turn it on.
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Attention must be paid.
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A melting and refreezing winter means ice. And ice means icicles.
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I don’t know why, but this one downspout on the edge of our garage always puts on a show.
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A few years back we measured it at four and a half feet. Of course come spring, all that melting and freezing will yield this:
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And that’s not nearly as much fun.
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I still haven’t discovered where the local emus are hiding, but from the price of those eggs I’m thinking maybe we should start raising them. $15 a pop? Yikes!
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And we’re blending..
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This time of year deer camouflage comes in handy.
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Of course our backyard is covered in snow one day and melts the next, so what do they know?
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But they enjoyed the green grass while it was here.
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I think we’ve established Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not your average rough and tumble feline. For a cat we rescued from a shelter… who had been found as a stray wandering the streets, he’s quickly adapted to the finer comforts life at Casa River provides. And while he loves to go outside in fair weather? The winter walkies are proving troublesome.
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There are shoveled paths all around the house, garage and barn but this furry numbskull plows through the snow instead. And when he does? He shakes and shivers and mewls pitifully.
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Which means my husband (the man with an infinite amount of patience for the cat but not his wife) has to pick up his Lordship and deliver him upon a path.
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Spoiled? No. What makes you say that?
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Mainers. We’re known for being down to earth no nonsense folk. Frugal? You betcha. So with gas prices on the rise? I wouldn’t be surprised to see more of this alternative form of transportation my friend photographed at the beach the other day.
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It may be slower, but it’s certainly green.
Now how fun is this? Real life Dr. Seuss furniture!
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There was big news in my town today.
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Moxie is back! Introduced in 1876 and still going strong, it’s an acquired taste you either love or hate. Think bitter herbal medicine meets Coca Cola. As the old saying goes, it will put hair on your chest.
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My mind is officially blown.
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Winter mornings are quite beautiful here at Casa River and while the sun rises in our back yard, a lovely pink hue is often present in the front.
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Add a touch of snow fog and it’s like a fairy land.
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Country living may have its drawbacks..
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But the older I get, the more I appreciate the calm stillness of a quiet dawn.
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Lowers my blood pressure every time.
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Our big boy was back the other day.
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He’s the son of the truly impressive 14 point buck that lived here for many years.
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Junior has a weird antler pattern this year and is standing at 9.
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Though the fact he still even has his rack in early March is bizarre.
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He currently leads a harem of 7 does and 5 youngsters. Big boy has been busy.
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Invisible exercise is my favorite kind! Yes, I did 100 sit ups and 75 squats… didn’t you see me?
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I saw this on my town’s Facebook page and must investigate further. There are emus in the vicinity? Why was I not informed!
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Traumatize children and ruin Easter in one easy step. Yikes!
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I’m not sure a photograph was an entirely necessary accompaniment to this headline, but what has been seen cannot be unseen.
You’re welcome.
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Mother Nature can’t make up her mind and we woke up to a late winter wonderland again.
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The weather report predicted a dusting, we got 8 inches.
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The rhododendrons had horns.
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The bird feeders, hats.
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Even the kissing ball Mainers leave out until April had some white frosting. Clearly spring is a long way off..
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River's world..... 