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Views from the other side of a Nor Easter….

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We woke up to a slightly different landscape this morning.

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And after a solid day and night of howling winds, it was time to take stock.

And pictures.

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There were some impressive drifts.

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And swirls.

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The backyard had its own mountain range.

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And the front?

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Buried.

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The snowblower had its work cut out for it finding the driveway…

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Did I mention the wind was still blowing?

This didn’t bother Lord Dudley Mountcatten as he was enjoying the early morning sun….

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Though the table drifts did block his bird viewing. It’s rough to be a cat.

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I love my town.

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News from rural Maine…

The Abominable Snowman requires assistance.

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And I don’t know if this is a thing elsewhere, but Mainers save their egg cartons. Even if we don’t have chickens.

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Why do we do this?

Because winters are long, and we can.

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You know it’s officially cold when the ice shacks start appearing on the river.

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Wildlife sightings continue…

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It’s a good thing she got a picture. I wouldn’t have believed her otherwise.

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Cold weather Walkies.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been missing his outdoor excursions, so my husband bundled up against the chill and took him for a stroll.

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I still can’t get over how ridiculous it looks to “walk” a cat, but I refuse to lose another to the road… so the harness it is.

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At first His Lordship was thrilled and happily pranced hither and fro.

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But after a mere 4 minutes the wind chill had him shivering….

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And (literally) high tailing it back to the house.

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Where it’s warm..

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And mice aren’t so hard to catch.

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Looks like winter is finally here.

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I woke up this morning to an old fashioned winter temperature.

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We haven’t seen this for a while so I can’t say it bothers me. And if it was a little colder like the northern part of our state, I might try this…

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Crazy cold doesn’t begin to describe northern Maine.

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Judging from the weather forecast, things are going to get interesting here on Saturday as well with an old fashioned N’or Easter.

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I say bring it!

I love the big snow dumps and we’re in the 10-20” zone so… yay!

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Two’s company, three’s a crowd.

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Three grey squirrels were braving the elements for a nosh during our last snow storm.

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This fellow was first to the tray feeder, scrambling up the pole and settling in to munch.

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Squirrel number two had a harder time with the slippery pole….

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But after a few comical attempts… made it to the tray of treats.

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Squirrel #1 was not happy to share and a major scuffle broke out, but it was over quickly and a truce was called.

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All was well until squirrel #3 showed up.

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He climbed the pole 4 times and was booted off in no uncertain terms.

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Two is company… and apparently three is one squirrel too many.

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Even birds get lost now and then.

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Birding enthusiasts are currently going nuts in Maine because this glorious creature has taken up residence along our coast.

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I think his GPS needs a little tweaking because he’s clearly off course.

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An impressive fellow, I wonder if he realizes the fervor he’s causing.

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Local newspapers and media can’t seem to talk about anything else.

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And some fabulous photos are appearing.

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Boothbay Harbor is now birder heaven. Grab your binoculars!

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Incentive

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I’m trying to see the bright side of my husband’s latest purchase. It’s not easy, but when he brought it home last week and attempted to park it in the garage?

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I saw a glimmer of hope that he might actually throw some things out to make room. You know, like the old broken gutters, the yard sale fake oil painting and the air conditioner that hasn’t worked since 1999?

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But we’re talking about my husband … so things just got stacked in higher piles.

I told him there was too much junk. Repeatedly.

Did he listen?

I think you know the answer to that.

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He did not… and ran into the broken air conditioner instead.

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Out with the old, in with the … old as well.

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The husband came home with his old as f*cking dirt new truck last week.

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“New” truck.

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Old truck.

Do you see a vast improvement? Because I don’t.

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Old truck.

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Smiling husband in his 28 year old “new” truck.

This might not bother me so much if it wasn’t for the fact that used car and truck prices are certifiably insane right now and he paid twice what it should be worth.

Thanks again Covid. You suck.

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