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Momma Chuck birthed them and nursed them…
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But now that they’re eating the same solid food ?
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She’s not sharing with them.
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Motherhood has its limits.
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Momma doesn’t like to share…
Tag Archives: maine
Dinner and a (sh*t) show.
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Some friends invited us out to dinner and a show on the coast recently.
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Location: The Taste of Maine. Home to the world’s largest inflatable lobster.
It’s a large family run seafood restaurant beloved by tourists but considered over rated and overpriced by us locals.
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Our meal was just that, underwhelming and not worth the cost.
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The show was upstairs and packed to capacity. It featured Bob Marley, a local comedian who sells out everywhere he appears.
To be honest, he’s not my cup of tea. The humor is low brow with too much emphasis on pooping and farting for my taste.
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But our friends love him and were nice enough to pay for our tickets so we couldn’t refuse.
To each their own.
He’s just not for me.
I didn’t video any of the performance, but here’s an example of his style.
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When he sets his mind to something…
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As reported the other day, husband still had half a pile of pea gravel left over from his filling project.
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Not wanting it to kill his carefully tended lawn, he planned to distribute it around our culverts the next day.
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So of course, it rained.
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Which didn’t deter my husband.
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Back and forth, from one end of our property to the other.
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Soaking wet..
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He could have waited until it stopped.
He could have…
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Family squabbles.
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Siblings don’t always get along.
Or so I’ve heard.
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Clearly this goes for baby woodchucks as well as humans.
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Momma Chuck doesn’t intervene.
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And beats feet when things get too rowdy.
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❤️
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Someone is in desperate need of an 18 hour….
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Poor Momma Chuck has her hands paws full with five babies.
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Teaching them to be self sufficient and take advantage of the daily buffet we lay out is exhausting.
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More often than not she beats them to it and gobbles everything up before they wander over.
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Momma needs nourishment and strength.
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As well as a decent support bra.
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What does she think of the local paparazzi?
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This.
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The fill is full.
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It seems my husband misjudged how much pea gravel he would need.
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4 yards was ordered and roughly two was used.
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The poor man loaded and dumped and spread for days.
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I honestly don’t know where he gets the energy or how he has the stamina at his age.
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I’m 16 years younger and it wears me out just watching.
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Viola!
Level ground… even though it may not look like it in the photo.
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Of course now there’s the question of what to do with the rest of the fill pile that wasn’t needed.
It’s way over here…
So maybe we’ll worry about that tomorrow.
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More baby chucker cuteness.
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Momma Chuck is bringing her young ones out from under the barn on daily foraging trips.
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So naturally I sit on the barn porch and entice them with apple chunks.
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One brave little fella gets closer than the rest.
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He’s so sweet!
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Yes, they’re flower munching machines…
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But they’re also too cute to stay angry at for long.
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Where there’s a will, there’s a jerry rigged way.
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The wheel barrow dumping of fill continues…
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With an extremely unsecured ramp of random wood pieces.
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And as you can see,
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Hedges and rhododendron have been butchered to allow access.
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Sigh.
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The fill is heavy, the boards are narrow.
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And the noise ?
Like fingernails on a chalkboard all day long.
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😳
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Up close baby chucker.
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My first baby chucker count was off by two. There are five baby chuckers and my flower gardens are doomed.
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I try to make friends by sitting on the barn porch and giving them apples.
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I do this so they’ll leave my carefully tended blooms alone.
Sometimes it works, other times I’m left with a bed of bare twigs.
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It seems there’s always one brave little fella in every litter… the one who edges closer and checks me out more thoroughly.
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Yes, they munch my flowers.
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But damn, they’re cute.
❤️
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Wheelbarrow brigade.
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My husband had 4 yards of pea gravel delivered. And because he didn’t want to ruin the lawn or the new driveway, it was dropped at the outer reaches of our property.
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Good for the lawn, but bad for his back.
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He built a little ramp.
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And proceeded to haul small loads back and forth…
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All day long.
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Dumping them under the torn off porch…
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To try and level things out.
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It may not look like a long way, but when you’re his age? Trust me, it feels like a mile.
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Wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow.
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Dumped and spread.
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It’s hard to tell in the pictures but the difference in land height from right to left is a foot.
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Here, left to right.
And filling in 12 inches of a 30 foot span?
Is more than a one day job.
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