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A most welcome visitor.

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Looking out the kitchen window while doing dishes last week… I saw an owl.

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We hardly ever spot them so I was tickled to get a photograph, even if it was only of his back.

Then… about 10 minutes later?

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There he was!

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A beautiful barred owl perched on our back deck railing.

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Sitting pretty and letting me snap some much better pics.

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He didn’t even mind the deer showing up for dinner.

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My husband and I were like little kids at the zoo and clicked photos like mad.

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He was so beautiful!

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❤️🩷❤️

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Winter critters and wet paws.

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Percy the opossum has become a daily visitor, cleaning up spilled seed under the bird feeders.

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We also caught him on the kitchen landing during a snow dusting.

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The garage door was open…

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But he headed for the barn instead.

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Mrs. Cardinal in the garage gutter.

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Our buck still hasn’t lost his rack…

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Which makes me wonder if he ever will.

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Strolls with Lord Dudley Mountcatten are severely short in the winter.

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As His Royal Highness does not enjoy the cold, wind, snow….

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Or having wet feet.

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Deer, heading back to the woods.

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Let’s talk opossum.

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The snow is getting deeper but our lone little opossum is still visiting.

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When he gets scared or spots us in the window he runs for the woodshed.

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Climbing what must look like Mount Everest to a marsupial.

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He prefers melting snow that reveals grass and a few puddles from which to drink.

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Yes, they’re good to have around.

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And though they’re pretty humble looking creatures…

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We like Percy and wish him the best.

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Canadian funnies, ice fishing fabulousness and a dump run I told you so.

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I’ve never been to Canada but am well acquainted with their geese.

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Seriously, these birds don’t play.

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We love the noisy little devils and see them often in our part of Maine.

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Because honestly, who needs ICE when you have geese?

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A photo of our local ice fishing camp at sunset.

I have no desire to sit on a stool in a frozen shack and stare at a hole in the ice waiting for tiny, oily smelt to swim by, but it’s hard to argue with the optics.

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Okay, I admit it. My husband came home from the “gift store” … aka the dump… with a treasure.

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A brand new Star Wars Death Star cheese cutting set that we’re going to give to a friend who’s obsessed with the movies.

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$86 at Macy’s and the husband got it for free.

He was grinning from ear to ear…. while I was horrified at the dangerous precedent this is going to set.

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