If you haven’t guessed by now, I take a lot of pictures.
My life may not be fascinating…
But it’s damn sure well documented.
And what’s a blog for if not sharing random baby deer photos from earlier this summer?
Not much to comment on.
Just enjoy the sweetness…
While I organize my photo files.
And if you’re not into cute furry 4 legged babies?
Then tune in again next time…
When I’m sure to have more meaningless drivel.
I like…
This tee shirt I picked up at Goodwill the other day.
If my husband would just follow this one simple rule, life would be so much more pleasant.
I like…
The new yellow kiwi fruit.
Have you tried them?
Yum!
I like….
The Annual Damariscotta PumpkinFest Regatta.
(And you thought we only raced zucchini in Maine. Pfft!)
But this year, I really like the pumpkin they’re using to advertise it.
I like…
Finding multiple praying mantises (manti?) on the baby barn we’re remodeling.
Did you know the female praying mantis bites off her partner’s head after sex?
Clearly she’s a woman who doesn’t like to cuddle.
I like…
Apple season.
Our trees are loaded with juicy fruit…
And soon my belly will be full of juicy pie and fritters.
actual video of me after eating juicy pie and fritters
More blurbs from my town’s FB page that are too good not to share.
Lots of things were lost this month….
Along with Batman, there was the weekly pig escape.
Before moving here, I never knew errant pigs were such a problem.
And apparently sheep are as well.
Big white coffee tables.
Ya gotta love it.
This next one was amusing as well.
I’m not sure a bat circling your couch is a valid reason to call 911…. but I never saw the update, so maybe I’m wrong.
And finally, there was this….
Glad I wasn’t in town that day….
Thankfully our air was fish stink free.
I know, it’s a little odd.
But if he was visiting your flowers? You’d love him too.
Meet Herman.
My hummingbird moth.
He’s been visiting everyday and I’m smitten.
Herman is special, and not often seen in these parts.
I know our love is doomed.
Interspecies relationships rarely work out….
But for now, I’ll enjoy every moment we share.
Living in Maine affords it’s residents numerous opportunities to attend fabulous competitive events. There are lobster trap runs, belt sander races, frying pan hurls, skiing Santa races, rubber duckie races and pumpkin drops. We even host the North American Wife Carrying contest.
But this year I missed a new one.
I missed it!
The social event of the season…. and I missed it.
Who knew you could have so much fun with a zucchini?
Besides that guy.
And okay, maybe her.
But either way, I missed a stellar event and will have to be sure and mark my calendar for next year.
Zucchini racing.
Coming to a track near you.
Maine is a quirky place.
The landscape is rugged….
And the weather is challenging to say the least.
So we tend to have a sense of humor about most things…
Even road signs.
Like this one I saw the other day.
Can you read the note to boaters?
” Attention Boaters!!
Unless your truck and trailer can fly, you can’t get to the boat launch!
Just sayin! ”
I woke up this morning to fog.
Hanging over everything like a gentle blanket of white…
In some places there was a sharp delineation.
As if it cut by a knife.
But as it started to lift…
I looked way out into the back yard by the woods and saw…
A piner!!
I did!
And in the 17 years we’ve lived here?
Not one single porcupine sighting… until now.
There’s elusive creatures, solitary by nature. Shy, quiet and slow… but apparently willing to high five in Philly.
(I totally need to visit Philly now, damn it.)
Sadly, while we see plenty of them dead on the side of the road…. we’ve never seen one at our house since the majority of our property is open lawn or field and they prefer the wooded areas.
So… a piner!!
I was thrilled… and attempted to creep across the back lawn to get a better picture. Naturally, I don’t creep well and he spotted me….. and shimmied down the tree before I could get close.
But I saw a piner on our property and have blurry photos to prove it.
Yay me!
Here’s a piner eating corn on the cob.
Note to self – buy corn on the cob.
I’m beginning to wonder if my town has a problem.
A pig problem.
On the contrary, I love pigs….
But I’m starting to think they’ve all heard about the backyard buffet we lay out and are on their way.
You see, they’ve been escaping at an alarming rate.
Every time I check our local FB page –
Well, they’d be pretty hard to miss now wouldn’t they?
And as much as I love seeing new wildlife at out house, technically these guys aren’t wild…
And usually make a mess of their lawns.
So unless they’re housebroken and well groomed?
Kindly keep your piggies corralled.
I’d hate to explain that accident to my car insurance company.
Because my photo files are filled with critter pics.
A wet fox.
Two wet foxes.
Okay, okay… moving on.
Baby woodchuck.
These pics are a month or two old, they’re not babies anymore.
I can’t tell you exactly how old because my stupid camera’s date and time setting is broken and everything registers 1/1/1980.
Why? I have no frickin’ clue.
Buck, on the field line.
Doe, in the field.
Wet skunk.
Wet skunk and deer.
This next one is blurry, but how often do you get a shot of a deer sticking her tongue out at a skunk?
Skunk Rule #1?
Do not be rude to skunks.
They will make you pay… and the photographer’s house will stink for a week.
More woodchucks….
Eating apples.
And woodchucks eating deer grain.
More deer.
And deer eating deer grain.
More skunks.
More foxes.
Skunk and fox.
Please remember Skunk Rule #1.
There is no Skunk Rule #2…. when the tail goes up?
Run.
More woodchucks.
I’d like to tell you that’s all the photos…. but it’s not even close.
That’s all for now though.
A restaurant review in which we make cocks out of mocks.
I’ll explain later…
Pepper’s Landing is a new seafood place we’d been wanting to try.
It follows the latest trend of slightly industrial looking spaces, with exposed duct work and open rafters.
Being Maine, naturally there’s a live lobster tank.
And being allergic, naturally they sat me right next to it. Cruel and unusual punishment to be sure.
There was also this handy technical breakdown for the lobsterly challenged among us.
I got a huge kick out of this as no Mainer worth their salt would ever eat the body (carapace). Of course no Mainer would ever call it a carapace either.
Though “Do not eat head” is always sound advice in a restaurant.
But call me crazy, I don’t think advertising your lobster as “stringy” and “gamey” is going to win many converts.
Moving on…
I opted for a blueberry martini, which was delightfully potent… but my girlfriend chose the Blue Atlantic mocktail….
And then added two shots of Grey Goose.
Putting the cock in her mock.
Fresh blueberries, fresh basil…. it was fabulous! And what we drank from then on.
We saw some massive bar pretzels going by, but opted for blueberry bbq wings…
And crab quesadillas instead.
Wings? Quite good.
Quesadillas? Not nearly enough crab.
Perhaps they fought back in the kitchen…
I chose the seafood pasta, which was basically scampi…
And though it looked bland…. it was fresh, perfectly cooked and with just the right amount of garlic.
Husband went with baked haddock in sherried butter and lobster cream sauce with asparagus.
Pardon the blurred photo, I think the Grey Goose was kicking in.
Dessert was cheesecake for the husband.
And a traditional Maine Whoopie Pie for me.
Slightly disappointing as it had been frozen and hadn’t thawed out properly. One should not risk breaking a tooth when one eats a Whoopie.
Rating?
B – , but worth trying again.
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