Okay, if you insist.
I caught a couple of nice shots of our old doe in the field.
I don’t know how many seasons she’s seen, and the poor thing didn’t even blow her winter coat this year.
But she comes for dinner every night.
And brings her kids.
Whose little Frankenstein nubs always make me chuckle.
Everyone gets along well.
Except this one.
Who sticks his tongue out at woodchucks.
I guess everyone has a rude child once in a while.
Woodchucks!
Posing in clover.
Having a healthy snack.
Kissing.
Or biting, who the hell knows? They’re rodents….. for all I know they’re discussing campaign strategy.
They love lettuce.
And since we’ve been flooded with it from our CSA, so have they.
Behold –
My first photo of momma and 4 babies together.
She’s down 2 due to fox predation, so the sextuplets are now quadruplets.
Poor momma.
She’s fiercely protective, but Mother Nature always has the final say.
Like these quick shots I didn’t have time to focus.
Do you suppose that starling called Uber….
And this was what showed up?
On Sunday morning we drove up the coast of Maine to say goodbye to a very special man.
The kind of man you meet once in a lifetime.
A humble man so good, so kind hearted and so generous of spirit… his celebration of life had to be held in an airplane hangar.
Was it because he was a pilot?
Maybe, but more likely it was because he touched so many lives no other space was large enough to hold the mourners.
I stood in 90+ temperatures (pressed against a wall and wearing a mask) for over 2 hours. I listened to emotionally wrought eulogies…. and saw grown men openly weep when they tried to speak of what Kevin meant to them.
The outpouring of love and respect was almost physical. You could feel it, in the air and in your heart.
When the service was over and four planes from the airline he started, nurtured and bled for flew over in the missing man formation?
Spontaneous applause and not a dry eye in sight.
Fair skies and tailwinds Mr. Waters….
The world will be a lesser place without you in it.
Fog is such an ethereal thing…. and for me, it’s usually hard to capture a good photograph.
But the other evening I looked out our front door….
And the strangest low lying patch of fog had enveloped our farming neighbors.
We had none at our house across the street.
But theirs was impressive.
And as the sun started to set…..
The colors began to change.
Orange and yellow fog.
A beautiful sight.
We live in a rural area of Maine…. and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Peace and quiet.
Visiting wildlife.
And beautiful scenery.
Some days more than others…
Living across the road from an organic vegetable farm has it’s benefits.
And fresh veggies aren’t the half of it.
Right now, the poppies are in bloom.
Glorious, riotous bloom.
And I’m enjoying every minute of it.
I mean really….
How can you not?
Yes.
I’m literally going to talk about crap…. and you’re going to wonder why you ever started following me in the first place.
Piles of crap have suddenly begun showing up on our front lawn.
Same spot, by the kitchen door, every morning, totaling 4 piles.
Sorry, I can’t.
Weird as it sounds, we’ve lived here for 18 years and have never had a dog leave a deposit. Ever!
It’s too big for woodchuck or fox. And it’s not skunk. They leave a trail of small black poo nuggets on the driveway.
We have started seeing raccoons late at night, and they do make the rounds.
But I’m thinking coyotes might be setting us up as a rural rest stop.
So if any of my readers are expert scat identifiers?
Now would be the time to weigh in.
*Poop Update – since writing this the other day.
The count is up to 5 piles, and since it rained…. closer examination of contents was possible.
(Still with me? You really are loyal readers!)
Seeds.
I think we can safely rule out coyote now.
If you’re getting bored of our backyard zoo…..
Tell me.
I won’t stop posting pictures….
But I could probably be talked into just the highlights.
Or then again….
Maybe not.
So feel free to skip these posts if critters aren’t your thing.
I won’t be upset.
But he might.
They’re baaaaaaack.
Well, at least the babies are.
And they’re making themselves right at home on the deck.
A little too much at home for my liking.
Because they’re trying to get back into the hole they all came tumbling out of last month.
Cute? Yes.
Respectful house guests? No.
And then the other day, a friend helped me out.
No, it’s not the same picture.
Look in the lower right hand corner….
Baby woodchuck is finally earning his keep.
Well done sir.
Carry on.
Don’t get excited, it’s a photo dump. No one wants to see the other kind.
My files are filled with woodchuck pictures.
Mother and baby on the rock wall.
Mother bringing Junior to the back deck.
Junior checking out the back deck.
Junior checking out the new grill.
Two babies on the other rock wall.
Two babies playing tag.
Two babies eating apples.
You see how this goes? I flood you with woodchuck photos and you say awww.
Here’s a woodchuck, a turkey and a duck for variety.
Momma had 6 babies and I have yet to get them all in one picture.
But now would probably be a good time to say awww.
Because if I don’t laugh I might have to hurt someone.
Add a margarita and it sounds like a plan.
Because if you won’t wear a mask, why should I wear pants?
And after almost 4 months of doing nothing?
Trust me… you want me to wear pants.
Ah, Spam. The miracle meat no one wants to eat.
Wait a minute….. do you think they could behind this whole thing?
The virus is a hoax engineered to make people eat 83 year old canned ham!
Or maybe….
It’s a canine revenge plot.
Either way, we’re stuck with it…
And it’s nice to see Maine stores still have a sense of humor.
