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Walkies with Lord Dudley Mountcatten are continuing since the weather has been warm and cooperative. (It’s Maine. Anything over 10 degrees is considered warm.)
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Dudley enjoys his time outside.
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Though I have to admit there’s not a great deal of walking going on.
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These pics were taken over the course of an hour.
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And involved circling this flower bed two dozen times in search of mice.
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Here’s a little something that might renew your faith in mankind. As seen on my little Maine town’s community Facebook page.
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Proof positive there are still good and decent people in the world.
But if you think I’ve gone off the rails and this is one of those saccharine sweet Hallmark movie posts?
I also have this bit of holiday cheer :
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And if that isn’t disturbing enough for you?
Check out the Christmas selection:
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Apologies to my cringing male readers…. But it’s too good bad not to share.
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We recently discovered a branch of my husband’s family owned a farm in a nearby town back in the day. A long lost relative even showed us a picture.
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Interested in the history, I did some research to try to find its exact location.
Due to my superior sleuthing, I found it.
Problem is, I was 70 odd years too late.
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In the town’s historical society, I found this picture of it burning to the ground in 1951.
Shame, that. It looked like a lovely place.
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Calm down, I’m not talking about this kind of moose…
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I’m talking about this kind:
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Damn right I do. But drinking in the man cave will be so much better with a moose head made from beer and liquor cardboard boxes for company.
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I could have gone with the deer…
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Or the eagle.
But this is Maine. It had to be the moose.
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It should be here next week.
Here’s hoping it’s half as much fun as the pictures.
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Our resident juvenile red tail hawk dropped by the other day.
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He uses our backyard bird feeders as a training ground for hunting, but that afternoon he was perfectly happy hanging out on the back deck railing.
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Until he spied Lord Dudley Mountcatten stalking him from the window behind the couch.
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Then it was bye bye birdie…
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I have to laugh at the plethora of things that are flying around my town lately.
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CMP, Central Maine Power… otherwise known as the company everyone loves to hate. They rarely get anything right, and freeing a kite from a power line to get it stuck in a tree sounds like something they would do.
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Another lost kite. This one is pretty fierce, I might have been tempted to keep it.
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We’ve had some odd things blow onto our lawn, but never a tent.
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Storage sheds are also flying.
I really need to pay more attention to the skies around here…
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Admit it, you have at least one crazy friend.
You know the one I’m talking about. They’re a little off the rails and do things you would never even dream of.
Wild? Maybe.
Entertaining? Most certainly.
Case in point: one of mine, whom we shall call P.
I grew up with P… and while we weren’t extremely close, I still consider her a childhood friend.
So when I heard she got back at a cheating boyfriend by breaking into his house and cutting his bed in half with a chainsaw?
I can’t say I was surprised.
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While I don’t condone the dangerous behavior?
I have to say, I do admire her chutzpah.
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When it comes to collecting crap stuff, my husband is the epitome of the phrase ‘the thrill is in the hunt’.
He’ll tirelessly scour flea markets and antique stores for that just right piece of crap treasure….. but once he owns it? It will languish in the closet or be left in a deserted corner to gather cobwebs.
And now?
His cat is displaying the same traits.
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Yes, that’s a half dead mouse.
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And just like his father….
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After he hunts it down, Lord Dudley Mountcatten could care less what becomes of it.
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The husband and I were driving to the grocery store the other day when he saw a sign for an antique show at the fairgrounds. And when my husband sees a sign for antiques?
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We spend the next 3 hours in drafty barns searching for treasure and endlessly gabbing with dealers.
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This little cart was sweet.
The $850 price tag? Not so much.
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Deer antler cribbage board? I’ll pass.
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Vintage clown with gaping open mouth ready to swallow your soul?
Hell no!
But the other half couldn’t leave empty handed.
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So we came home with an antique Boston milk crate with metal hinges and lock ..
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And a bottle of pain expeller with original box and insert.
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49% alcohol? That will cure what ails you.
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I mean really, just look how happy this woman was.
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Fall is tree pruning time and since our two mature apples and one small crabapple were in desperate need, we hired a professional arborist.
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That’s him tackling the out of control crabapple.
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And that’s him strapped onto a branch thinning out our (probably 45 year old) Macintosh.
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There were branches everywhere by the end of the day.
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Which made me glad clean up was included in the price.
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Crabapple before, with a 2×4 holding up a broken section.
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Crabapple after. It looks positively naked, but he assured us it would fill back in nicely next spring.
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Mature apples before.
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Mature apple trees after. The lighting is bad, but trust me… they were thinned out considerably and are probably breathing a sigh of relief as we speak.
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The arborist was here for 5 hours and did a wonderful job trimming and cleaning up. He even raked the lawn.
(The pear tree was also pruned, but I forgot to snap pics.)
Cost?
$400…. which I think was very reasonable.
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