Tag Archives: nature

Miscellaneous nonsense.

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If I was a dishonest person, I could get rich doing my husband’s laundry.

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He’s forever leaving things in his pockets.

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I think I need this book.

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I have long suspected my spider plant was in cahoots with my succulents. Maybe now I can prove it.

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Mr. Hawk is back.

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And currently driving His Lordship crazy.

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I’m not sure what makes this French…

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But Martha Stewart assures me it’s a good thing.

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As seen at a local convenience store.

Better than sour balls I assume.

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That sums it up quite nicely I think.

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Are lobsters the canary of the sea?

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We’re poisoning our oceans.

With chemicals and plastics and oil spills… and though the waters off the coast of Maine are cleaner than most, I’m afraid even they’re showing signs of the pollution.

I live in Maine and have lobsterman friends. They often post pictures of the weird and wonderful blue and orange lobsters they haul up in their traps. The colors are rare but occur naturally as a mutation of genes.

But lately?

The pictures have taken a darker turn.

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Mutations are being found.

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And this doesn’t bode well for our oceans.

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This last one is not only disturbing , but downright creepy.

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Hello beautiful…

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A Coopers Hawk has discovered our bird feeding station.

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And while I haven’t seen the telltale sign of feathers on the ground…

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It’s only a matter of time before some poor slow moving dove succumbs.

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Birds of prey are glorious creatures and though witnessing an innocent death is never easy, it’s most definitely part of nature’s plan.

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Not the most riveting video, but I’m sharing anyway.

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As you can see we have no snow, but the wind was blowing and the hawk was puffed up against the cold.

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This next photo?

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Mid poop.

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Hawk visitors.

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Another reason I love living in the country.

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Talk about being on point.

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Have you ever seen something that was simply too perfect?

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Okay, so it’s not a pear tree. But a partridge on your Christmas wreath is pretty damn close.

We had one of those beauties on our front lawn a few years ago.

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I had no idea what it was and had to look him up in my bird watchers bible.

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Native to the Middle East and southern Asia, the Chukar was brought as a game bird to North America, where it has thrived in some arid regions of the west. From late summer to early spring, Chukars travel in coveys, but they may be hard to see as they range through the brush of steep desert canyons. They become more conspicuous in spring, when the harsh cackling chuk chuk chukar of the territorial males echoes from the rocky cliffs.

They’re noisy little devils and if you’ve ever heard one… you’re not apt to forget it.

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🎶 All I want for Christmas… 🎶

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Remember when I found that adorable opossum site a while back and said I wanted one for a pet?

Well….

I found another site.

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And now I think I need a raccoon as well.

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As a Christmas gift it sure beats a toaster.

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When my husband was young and living on the farm, his father rescued an injured baby raccoon that had been hit by a car. Not wanting to release it back in the wild because it limped.. they adopted him and named him Teddy.

Somewhere I have a picture of the hubs as a teenager lying on the couch with Teddy. Talk about cute!

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I never thought I’d love it, but I do.

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In my younger days I was a sun worshiper.

A summer lover. A beach bum who loved nothing more than sultry hot days and long walks on burning white sand.

Now? I like a different kind of white.

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I want cold crisp air and a blanket of snow.

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While most people crave warmth as they age, the older I get the more I look forward to winter.

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It’s beautiful…

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And peaceful.

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I love the gentle colors …

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And the stillness of the season.

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First snow.

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Now it feels like winter!

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We had our first snow recently and it was the heavy wet variety that instantly turns your world into an ice cream wonderland.

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Yes, it’s hard to shovel… but with the smooth new driveway under me it was much less painful.

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We only got a few inches and it will probably melt before long because winters aren’t as cold as they used to be in Maine…

Look at the green grass underneath.

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But for now, I’m enjoying the storybook scenes.

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Miscellaneous missives.

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I drove home under some ominous skies the other afternoon.

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And woke up to our first dusting of snow.

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It was gone by mid day just in time for our contractor to drop by between jobs and seal up the new windows with some not so attractive foam.

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He’s finishing off a barn next door that’s taking longer than planned but as soon as he’s done he’ll be back over here to finish our nightmare project.

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As usual, Lord Dudley Mountcatten couldn’t care less.

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And now I totally want an opossum.

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Though we have the occasional opossum in our backyard nibbling at fallen bird seed, I’ve never given them much consideration as a pet….

Until now.

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Damn you Facebook for having an opossum lovers page and making me want to adopt one.

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Now I want to give an opossum a bath…

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And dress him for the holidays.

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I even want to put one in a box.

And give him a manicure.

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A lemon grows in Maine.

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Have you ever been asked to babysit a lemon?

I was.. and can now scratch it off the things I never thought I’d do bucket list.

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The lemon in question belongs to this little lemon tree owned and lovingly pampered by my neighbor who went out of town for a week. Though indoors, it’s a thirsty devil and requires a full pitcher of water every two days.

Living in the often frozen north, you don’t see many tropical fruit trees thriving in my state, even if they live inside… but this beauty is doing wonderfully well.

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If you look closely, you’ll see there are actually two lemons. And while I’m not sure what her plans are for these two precious pieces of citrus she’s been obsessing over for the nearly six years it’s taken for them to arrive…. but I hope it’s something special.

Never having grown a lemon tree, I was floored by the power of their blossom’s scent. It was positively divine.

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Ooh la la! I wish I could have bottled it and brought it home… but I dared not. With my luck plucking a flower would have disturbed some delicate balance and I’d be blamed for ruining the harvest.

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