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Flutter on by…

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was perched on his viewing platform, totally absorbed by something.

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Thinking it must be worth a look, I stepped outside.

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And spotted a beauty.

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An Eastern Tiger Swallowtail.

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We used to have a lot of Monarch butterflies in our yard but they’re few and far between these days so this little guy was a welcome sight.

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So pretty.

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So delicate.

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They really are wonderful.

❤️

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Balancing broccoli is tough.

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Momma Chuck and two babies showed up for broccoli yesterday.

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The little guys look so funny trying to maneuver their veggies.

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They watch mom sit up and eat so they try to mimic her stance.

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One little fellow holds his broccoli too high…

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Which throws him off balance.

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His brother says to hell with that and just sits.

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But baby number one is determined.

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And more than a little crooked.

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More myopic maps.

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Because you love to disagree with them..

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It doesn’t surprise that Maine is number one. My in laws were priced out of their oceanfront home decades ago.

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Organic veggies? I can’t argue with that, there are 75 acres worth right across the street.

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Patrick Dempsey is a Maine boy, born and bred. He’s a bit of a hero here as he started and sponsors The Dempsey Challenge…. and participates every year to raise money for cancer on behalf of his sister. Very down to earth and pleasant guy.

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Safe?

I’ll take it.

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Naturally ours is a Stephen King novel, but I probably would have picked a different story.

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Not sure what Maine is leading.

Lobsters?

🦞🦞🦞

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A sedentary walk, stoner shampoo, baby chucks, before and afters.

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When the weather is perfect?

It’s time for walkies… with a nod to Barbara Woodhouse.

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But when you harness His Lordship? It’s more like sitties.

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And when he spots the red b*tch in a tree?

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It’s a half hour of reclinies.

On another note, WordPress continues with its sometimes pointed congratulations.

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Was that a compliment?

It’s getting hard to tell.

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Since Maine legalized marijuana use? Pot stores are everywhere…on every corner, in every little town. Rural hamlets that don’t even have a gas station will have 3 or 4 weed distributors. It’s bizarre. And with the influx of chronic suppliers I’ve noticed an increase in magic herb related products as well.

Hemp shampoo? I don’t know.

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But Grateful Dead gummies seems a good fit.

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Two baby chucks.

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Squirrel included for size reference.

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In posting about our storm door replacement, I realized I forgot to include the before and afters.

Before. ⬆️

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After.

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Before.

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After.

😊

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Baby chuck discovers the deck.

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I’ve only seen three baby chucks this year which is unusual as momma tends to have four or five. But one of them is brave and has been scampering off on his own.

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Right up on our deck.

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After a rain shower.

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He was a bit damp and bedraggled.

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And stopped for a quick drink.

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Before heading back home.

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They’re so cute when they’re young and uncoordinated.

💕

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Maine events.

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I had a good chuckle at some local Maine events recently.

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Whoopie pies are a thing up here. They come in numerous flavors, everyone makes them and everyone loves them. (Except my husband, for reasons I’ve never understood. They’re delightful) And while a wine pairing with whoopies might seem strange to some, it’s perfectly logical to us.

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Cocktails? Yes.

Fried bugs? No.

I’d have to be very, very happy to reach for those.

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Can’t believe I missed this one!

Maine has very few rabbits left in the wild and there are none in my area. I would totally have eaten pastries and cuddled bunnies!

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First baby sighting…

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Just when I was getting worried we hadn’t seen any baby woodchucks?

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One brave little guy followed momma out of the shed.

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At first he didn’t know what to make of the carrot buffet…

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And wanted mom to feed him.

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But momma chuck isn’t exactly a hands paws on parent…

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And let him figure it out for himself.

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Before long he was happily munching alongside her.

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