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Our backyard fawns are growing up.
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It’s such fun to see the young spotted babies make their way into adulthood.
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We get used to seeing them.
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They get used to seeing us.
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Until the neighbor’s dog starts barking and they all flee to the safety of the woods.
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Every once in a while I check out local Facebook pages… you never know what you’ll find.
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Exciting.. and quite possibly dangerous.
I wouldn’t be at all surprised if my husband has something similar in our cellar.
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I didn’t know this was a thing.
But I am hoping that isn’t the (newly painted) mortar round from the previous story.
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Send recommendations, but please be quiet about it. The poop requires silence.
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Did your mother have a button box, drawer or tin? I don’t remember my mother sewing very often when I was a child, but we were never allowed to throw out a button.
Waste not, want not.
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I forgot to post these last week but…
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It finally happened.
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Can you see?
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Our resident buck lost an antler.
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One side only.
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But it’s a start…
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😊
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A few more of our oh so limber and persistent gray squirrels.
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The lantern feeder on the end is the largest and holds the most seed…
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So naturally they try to take advantage.
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Which requires contortionist moves.
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And prehensile feet.
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The flat feeders are so much easier to access.
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Thank you Jerry.
I’m pretty pleased with it as well.
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We like our cute little black and white visitors…
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They’re great for the garden, keeping bug and rodent populations down.
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But occasionally they rumble.
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And when the tail goes up?
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The air is not exactly perfumed.
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Our snow has melted but I had these kicking around the photo files and thought I’d share.
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Squirrelly sentries.
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I know there are people who dislike them, but we welcome our harmless grays.
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They’re acrobatic and quite entertaining.
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Mornings have been beautiful of late.
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With lovely sunrises …
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And colorful skies.
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After running some errands the other afternoon we ducked into one of our favorite spots for an early dinner.
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Every time we go I try and talk the husband into getting a giant free floating raffia fish for our dining area, but he always says no.
Such a killjoy.
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Round one for me…
To drink – a Cran-apple margarita with cranberry infused tequila, triple sec, apple cider, cranberry juice, sour mix & dehydrated lime.
As appetizer – some arancini. Those crispy stuffed risotto spheres with slow-braised beef, parmesan, mozzarella, tomato vodka sauce & pea tendrils were scrumptious.
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Husband started with a rich and creamy bisque…Maine lobster, cream, sherry, smoked paprika and chives.
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My second round cocktail was a winter spiced sangria with blended red & white wines, spiced brandy, pama liquer, orange infused simple, topped with lemon lime soda.
Then I went with the prosciutto tartufo brick oven pizza which was positively decadent.
Alfredo, stracciatella, truffled pecorino, prosciutto & baby arugula… it was so good I forgot to take a picture of the husband’s bolognese.
On a more down home note, I tried this copycat recipe recently.
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Putting milk in a meatloaf seemed a little odd, but it was surprisingly tasty.
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I haven’t tried this cake yet, but it sounds right up my alley.
As did this.. though I’m happily married so we’ll skip the proposal part.
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Have I made y’all hungry yet?
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P.S…. I tried this orzo dish and was disappointed. It wasn’t nearly as creamy as I’d hoped and even though I chopped the broccoli in small pieces, it didn’t steam properly. Good flavor, but it might need a little tweaking for a repeat.
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Our gray squirrels are quite acrobatic and during a recent snow storm… when I brought in all the bird feeders except the one from which they have trouble stealing… this little guy went above and beyond for a snack.
I’m guessing he has six pack abs under that fur.
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He fell quite a few times, but finally found a stable perch.
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In other wildlife news, our first chuck of the season arrived.
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In the middle of the storm with nothing to nibble but fallen seed.
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Poor chuck.
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I doubt that was the meal he dreamt about all winter.
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Warm then cold.
Rain, then snow.
Ice, then mud.
It’s March in Maine… anything can happen.
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Including hail.
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Which we had a ripping bout of recently.
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Out of nowhere… bam!
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Why my husband felt the need to rescue the bird feeders while getting pelted, I have no idea.
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And if that wasn’t bad enough, as soon as we had a snow free lawn and driveway?
This happened on Sunday.
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Oh March… thou art a fickle b*tch.
But it does make for interesting, highly technical local weather forecasts.
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On Monday they called for….
Snizzle?
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Our weirdo resident buck never lost his antlers this winter.
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And in all the decades we’ve been hosting backyard deer, that’s never happened.
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Makes me wonder why…
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And hope nothing is wrong.
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It looks rather painful.
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They stomp at us all the time.
I’ve spoken deer for years…
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