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Never let it be said I don’t have well fed woodchucks.
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As you can see, the proof is in the pudding.
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Or in momma chucker’s case, the apples and salad scraps.
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Any way you look at it..
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That’s one fat mother chucker.
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Cruising my small town’s Facebook page today, I discovered an invitation.
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I wonder if adults are allowed?
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I do love a good goat encounter.
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We’ve had a lot of mushrooms lately, but never one with dead tribble hair.
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Teachers. They educate our children and at times, take on the role of surrogate parents.
Scooping poop should not be part of their job description.
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In life, mysteries abound.
And in my state? Sometimes they’re a little odd.
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The duck, as you may have heard, stands some 25 feet tall. It floats in the harbor off of Belfast, a tiny city midway up the Maine coast and south of Bangor, having apparently appeared bobbing in the water there under cover of darkness. As if to overemphasize the message of happy playfulness its creator clearly aims to project, it has the word “JOY” written in big block letters across its big yellow chest. Ropes attached to weights appear to be keeping it anchored in place, as gawkers in boats and along the shore stare at it in wonder. No one knows who put it there, and the mystery surrounding its sudden unannounced arrival has quickly been noticed by news outlets across the country.
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The yellow waterfowl emblazoned with the word “joy” appeared in Belfast Harbor over the weekend, and it’s a mystery who put it there.
Harbor Master Katherine Given told the Bangor Daily News that the 25-foot-tall duck doesn’t pose a navigational hazard, so there’s no rush to shoo it away. She added she heard rumors the duck floated from the town of Islesboro, south of Belfast.
“Everybody loves it,” Given said. “I have no idea who owns it, but it kind of fits Belfast. A lot of people want to keep it here.”
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I tried to get my husband to take a ride up there. But driving an hour and a half to take pictures of a giant rubber ducky was not high on his list of required weekend activities.
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But damn.
Talk about a missed opportunity.
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Inter species meetings happen quite often in our backyard.
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Sometimes these end peacefully.
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Other times not.
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The not requires turning on three Scentsy burners and multiple fans.
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This was definitely a not.
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We took a drive out to Harpswell for a waterfront meal the other night.
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To a great restaurant at one of our favorite locations.
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Dolphin Marina.
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It’s an out of the way place…
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With wrap around coastal scenery.
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Unfortunately it was Saturday night, the tourists were thick and the wait for an outdoor or water view table was over an hour. And if you’ve ever gone out to dinner with my husband, you know that means forgoing the views and eating at the bar.
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I was disappointed, but a few Honey Gin Slippers later?
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Life was good.
Dolphin is famous for their epic blueberry muffins which are served with every meal.
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Luckily my other half didn’t eat his and I had it for breakfast the next morning.
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Dinner started with garlic and white wine mussels for hubby.
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And a lovely lemony Caesar salad for me.
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The husbands Parmesan crusted haddock was tasty but surprisingly thin.
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But my pan seared scallops with basil cream sauce and asparagus on homemade pasta was stellar.
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So if you’re ever in the area, drop in.
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But go off season…. when you can get decent seating and enjoy a better view than the bartender and a row of empty bottles.
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(Extra points for anyone who can name the movie from which I pilfered my post title.)
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This isn’t the greatest picture…
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But it’s literally the only one I’ve been able to get of momma and all four of her offspring. (Plus a grey squirrel interloper.)
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And here are the quads…
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Jostling for prime apple position.
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They’re comical to watch.
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And squabble like any other bunch of siblings.
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I stumbled on a rather odd Facebook group page the other day.
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And while I doubt I’ll join, I can appreciate the sentiment.
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Red’s Eats is a Wiscasset landmark, a popular tourist destination and a long running bone of contention for anyone who has to drive through the area. Locals laugh at the outta staters who stand on line for an hour for what is seriously sub par seafood. (And trust me, they’re all outta staters… no self respecting Mainer would pay $38 for a lobster roll.) But the reason behind the page and its flamboyant parade of finger waves are the atrocious traffic jams this silly little take out trailer produces. A drive through town that should take 3 minutes? Will sometimes take you 30.
So without further ado… I bring you the only appropriate thing to do should you happen to drive past Red’s Eats.
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Look! They even have tee shirts.
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P.S…. if you visit Maine and decide you have to try this universally loathed establishment? Please unfriend me first.
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Mother red squirrel was perched in the boxwood this morning.
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And though I could have chased her out…
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She was happily munching so I let her be.
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As long as she’s not trying to take up residence in our house again?
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I suppose I can call a temporary truce.
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We have marvelous sunsets at our house and while I try not to bore everyone with constant photos…
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Sometimes I just have to share.
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The sky was on fire.
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And if my porch furniture cushions ever come back from the seamstress who’s recovering them..
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I could enjoy more stationary viewing.
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Everywhere I looked?
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Glorious.
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Have you ever had an oh shit moment?
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The look on this woodchuck’s face says he’s about to have one.
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River's world..... 