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I love my town….

May 24, 2020 Rivergirl 18 Comments

And their slightly off balance Facebook page.

Not off hand, no.

But I hope he finds one. Pigless is a terrible thing to be.

This picture of our local sheriff’s truck was posted by a resident.

Because really, who needs blue lights when you have a chicken?

This post was met with the incredulity and the scathing derision it deserved . Reveal your fiddlehead location? To a stranger!!

Mainers have been killed for less.

Fiddleheads are a precious ($15-$20 per pound) and extremely fleeting commodity in the spring. Locals protect their secret gathering spots like they do their virgin daughters. Personally I can’t stand the slimy things…

But Mainers go berserk for them.

And speaking of barely edible food, some well meaning townie posted this:

Now really, if I’m not going to eat the delicate unfurled leaves of a fern?

You can damn sure bet I’m not baking helicopter seed pods that look like bugs.

Damn.

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Critter cam.

May 22, 2020 Rivergirl 21 Comments

Alright, that’s a lie.

It’s just me snapping shots from the window. But that’s not a snappy title… so get over it.

Our fox is coming every night now.

And sometimes he/she brings a friend.

They’re such beautiful creatures.

And wonderful at keeping the mouse population under control.

As you can see from the bird feeders, it’s Baltimore Oriole time.

They’re gorgeous, but quick.

And catching a good shot is rare.

We put out oranges and grape jelly, which they adore.

Of course, so does everyone else.

A raccoon comes in at midnight and strips the jelly…

And this hairy woodpecker makes short work of the oranges.

Our resident chucker is still here.

Enjoying apples.

And salad scraps.

Life is good in my little corner of the world.

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In case you’ve never seen it close up….

May 12, 2020 Rivergirl 16 Comments

Don’t get excited, I’m talking about deer antlers.

And as I was filtering through my hundreds of shots of our buck the other day….

I thought some of you city people might get a kick out of this.

After the fall rut….. (read: deer orgy, where size does matter) ….. the buck will drop his then useless horns.

It’s a slow process that sometimes takes all winter. The blood supply is cut off and they slowly loosen. You often see bucks with one side hanging crookedly… and they’ll rub against trees, fence posts, picnic tables or whatever is around to knock them off.

When this happens, it does look a little bizarre.

And painful, though they assure me it’s not.

But how do the proverbial ‘they’ know?

I doubt anything has fallen off of them lately.

It certainly doesn’t look like fun to me.

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A day most fowl… as well as foul.

May 11, 2020 Rivergirl 13 Comments

It started out well enough, with a sighting of a beloved yet rarely seen visitor.

This time he was across the street, walking along the edge of our neighbor’s farm.

He’s a beautiful ring necked pheasant we named Phineas.

They’re not native to Maine and can’t survive the winters, but a man up the road raises them and occasionally one or two will break free. Last year, Phineas brought his woman to our backyard. She was looking for a nesting site… but we never did see any chicks.

Later on in the day….

Saturday, May frickin‘ 9th?