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Look who’s back!
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I spotted our first woodchuck yesterday.
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And immediately tossed out some lettuce and broccoli to welcome the little guy back.
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I’m saying little guy but it might be a girl. I only know it doesn’t look like our old momma chuck of years past.
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She’s been around for a long time and sadly, I think it’s time for the next generation to take over.
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Maine winters can be long, and out here in the country you take your entertainment where you can find it.
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Often times, that’s on a frozen river.
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Smelt, a small oily fish people enjoy fried…
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… run thus time of year and intrepid Mainers set up ice fishing shacks.
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Sitting in a plywood box in sub zero temps staring at a hole in the ice isn’t my idea of a good time.
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But to each their own.
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Are you tired of winter snow photos? If so, you have my permission to depart the pattern now…. because that’s all there is today.
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No adult beverages on the deck last week I’m afraid.
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The above is a rare deer track free shot of the backyard. Taken early in the morning, it didn’t last.
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The wind has been killer this season. The above is a shot of my husband shoveling the driveway when it was 6 degrees with 53 mph gusts.
Yours truly stayed inside.
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Driveway clearing after a storm is the Maine equivalent of the office water cooler. Everyone crawls out of their snowbound homes and chats.
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And if you’re lucky, your neighbor cracks through the ice crusted snow your snowblower won’t with his tractor plow.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has developed a disturbing fondness for Al Roker…
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Should I be worried?
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Has the revolution begun? And why did no one tell me…
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I love Cards Against Humanity and Beth Dutton.
I may have to own this.
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Not my photograph, but it was posted by someone in Maine.
If that squirrel isn’t silently saying ‘hold my beer’ ? I’ll eat my hat.
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Bacon is life.
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Storms have been passing in and out of our area.
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This one moved right over the neighbor’s farm.
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Someone got some impressive weather….
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But this time it wasn’t us.
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What I got was a spiced cranberry lemon drop martini and crab cakes.
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And spicy Tuscan shrimp with sun dried tomatoes and spinach.
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Sunrise on snow.
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It’s hard to beat.
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More snow makes for pretty pictures I like to share with all my snowless southern and western friends.
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The shrubbery wear hats.
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And the edge of the driveway hump grows.
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Critter paths are clearly visible.
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And we have no idea who was romping on our deck. Those faded middle tracks are my husband’s, but clearly others followed suit.
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A path to the man cave must be shoveled.
It’s where the beer lives…
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We never know how many deer are going to arrive in our backyard on any given night…
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Could be two, could be ten.
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They always show up at dusk so pardon the poor quality photos with reflections from the windows.
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When the snow starts to pile up?
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So do the deer.
Fourteen was the count when I took these photos.
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We’ve been having a number of small snow storms lately, 2-3 inches at a time, and thanks to some cold temperatures…
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It finally looks like winter in ye old state of Maine.
I enjoy the change of seasons and while winter can be challenging, it can be beautiful as well.
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Especially when our backyard visitors show up for a nosh.
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We usually see them in the evening, but the other morning these two showed up for breakfast.
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My husband was out front shoveling the driveway…
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And the minute they spotted him?
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Nothing but fluffy white butts.
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I was going to include this article in my weekly useless news series, but this little fellow is so awful I figured he deserved his own post .
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Look at that face.
He doesn’t even care.
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Damn Ollie.
You’re one twisted little dude.
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There’s frustrated…
And then there’s Ollie level frustrated.
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I don’t know about you, but I’ve never done that to my teddy bear.
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