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We had a few blue jays at the bird feeders yesterday.
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And for a few minutes it was a sea of blue.
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They’re noisy and knock a lot of seed on the ground.
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But are still a pretty bird to watch.
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We had a few blue jays at the bird feeders yesterday.
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And for a few minutes it was a sea of blue.
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They’re noisy and knock a lot of seed on the ground.
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But are still a pretty bird to watch.
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Sometimes you just have to stop, take a breath and appreciate a sunrise.
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It’s not hard to do in our backyard…
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☀️❤️☀️
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We have a new backyard visitor who is showing up every day, twice a day.
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He’s a juvenile Coopers Hawk who has discovered our backyard bird feeders.
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We’ve named him Henry and he’s quite content to hang out in the gardens and wait for a meal to fly by.
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He’s young, and his hunting skills need some fine tuning.
Honestly? He misses more often than not.
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But he’s one very chill little dude.
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In other news, we seem to have a squirrel ready for the stripper Olympics.
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I say this because his pole acrobatics are quite impressive.
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That’s a 9.5 right there.
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Now and then, right before sunset in the summer… we have an eerie backyard light.
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Sadly none of those rain clouds dropped anything on us.
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But they made for pretty pictures.
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Now that is a bowl of lobster stew.
No tiny minced pieces or disappointing puree there. No sir.
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Much as I hate to admit it, I’ve finally reached the age where a new sheet of stamps excites me. I may have oohed when I first saw this one.
Sigh.
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I’d live here anyway, but it’s nice to know we have high rankings.
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This is now a skunk water dish.
Other backyard critters need not apply.
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The husband at a yard sale, or more precisely a barn sale.
The barn was filled with rusty old things and he was in heaven.
See the sign posted on that giant cabbage shredder?
He bought the shredder.
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Porch geese have been around for years and women have been dressing them in seasonal costumes equally as long. But a bar in downtown Bath has taken it to the next level.
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Cluck Norris.
Best. Porch. Goose. Name. Ever.
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I’m always saving these lists of helpful hints but rarely try them. Though chalk in the jewelry box sounds easy enough.
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Just sayin’…
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A skunk-less rainbow this time.
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Only in Maine.
Fun fact? The house where I grew up on the Island was built in 1842 and had a large two story garden shed in the back yard. At the rear of the building? A three hole outhouse.
Because togetherness is everything.
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This was yummy.
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Though I added some sun dried tomatoes and fresh basil. Next time I think I’d half the mozzarella amount or use Parmesan.
Meanwhile in the backyard…
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Someone else is looking well fed.
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We finally saw a little rain, and after that some sun.
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Which made for a lovely rainbow.
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But there wasn’t a pot of gold at the end of ours…
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No… it was something stinkier.
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I’m guessing the leprechauns won’t be wanting to steal them.
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😊
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I had a creepy crawly issue with my old hummingbird feeders this summer . Ants discovered both of them and every time I checked? There were dead insects floating in the liquid.
When ants die, they release a chemical that disgusts the hummingbirds so after trying all the home remedies…. Vaseline on the hanging pole, vinegar to disrupt their scent trail etc… I sucked it up and bought new feeders with ant moats on top.
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I’m calling it a success.
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Four drinking stations.
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Four birds.
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And at the other larger feeder?
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Serious jostling for position.
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I took His Lordship out for a walk recently and he made a friend.
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While the young chucks usually run as soon as they see me…
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This one seemed fine with Lord Dudley.
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They chilled side by side for quite a while, and chuck didn’t seem to mind when our resident feline got a bit closer.
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Friendship.
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It’s a beautiful thing.
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I like a good kosher dill with my sandwich now and then but I don’t actively search for the them on the internet… so why does my FB algorithm kick into high pickle gear every now and then?
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I’m passing on the pickle minions.
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And flights are for beer! Or occasionally, margaritas.
No pickles required.
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Pickle slush?
Hard pass, no matter how cute the glass.
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I will not.
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Yay for me, I guess.
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You know the seafood is fresh when…
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Cow patty bingo without a cow? Where’s the fun in that…
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A few weeks ago our lawn was a lush green…
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And a veritable wildlife bonanza showed up for a nosh.
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The gang was all there.
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We have a little brick landing at the bottom of our back deck steps. My husband built it years ago without laying gravel so it heaves and shifts and separates and allows grass and weeds to fill in the cracks. This year I think portulaca has taken hold so I’m letting it grow in case it blooms.
But I digress…
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This landing had become one of our woodchuck babies preferred spots.
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The spot where he stands watch.
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Over what, I have no idea.
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But he takes his sentinel position very seriously.
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