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When your husband is newly retired and it’s a beautiful spring day? You take a drive along the Maine coast just because you can.
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Cape Porpoise is a small village in the town of Kennebunkport on the southern coast.
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It’s quintessentially Maine and therefore ruggedly beautiful.
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No words necessary, just enjoy the ride.
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Is it any wonder we live in this state?
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Momma Chuck has been visiting off and on for a few weeks now and while I’m not sure if she’s moved back in under the man cave/barn… it’s a distinct possibility.
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I threw out some carrot shavings for her yesterday when low and behold…
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Junior showed up as well.
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Last year when Momma had her babies, there was a runt who was constantly by her side. We worried that he wouldn’t grow big enough to make it through the winter, but it looks like he did.
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Although having a pesky teenager following you around could get old quickly.
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Our resident fox is feeling comfortable at the buffet.
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They’re such beautiful creatures and I love seeing him trot up from the woods every evening.
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While he comes for the seeds and nuts spilled from the bird feeders, I also feed him mealworms, apples and berries which he loves.
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And small breed, high protein, grain free dry dog food with taurine. It’s the closest I can come to the fox food they sell on UK Amazon but won’t ship to the United States. Boo to that.
I’m hoping if he makes himself at home the law of averages will let him cross paths with a certain… oh so scrumptious… red squirrel who shall remain nameless.
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Our resident fox was here early enough the other night for me to grab a few photographs.
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He’s naturally skittish of human presence so I have to shoot through the window. If I get too close, or move too quickly… he’ll scamper off. And when he’s had enough of the paparazzi disturbing his snack?
He lets me know in a none too subtle way.
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Don’t you hate it when someone beats you to the buffet line?
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The only thing you can do is use your superior size to muscle out the competition.
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Or so I’ve heard.
The next two pictures aren’t the best quality…blame my zoom lens and our resident buck’s propensity for showing up at dusk…. but I thought someone might be interested to see the antler shedding process.
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One half gone, one to go. Talk about being lopsided.
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Right after the shed. What’s left are big boney bumps with an active blood flow.
It always looks painful to me, but I’m assured it’s not. Though how any anter-less naturalist can vouch for that I don’t know.
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As I mentioned before, spring has brought an abundance of showers to my little corner of Maine. As proof…. I offer the new visitors who dropped by this week.
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A pair of mallard ducks who’ve made our backyard puddle their temporary home.
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We had ducks as pets years ago and I’ve always enjoyed watching them. They’re quite comical.
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But this pair is wild and flies off if they spot me. So for now, this is as close as my zoom lens will get me.
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Winter in Maine was virtually nonexistent this year. One good snow storm and enough wind to blow down even the sturdiest of little piggy houses was about it. Now that spring is starting to emerge what we are having is rain.
Lots of rain. Rain every other day. And while that can be a bit depressing….
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It’s hard to argue with the beauty it leaves behind.
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I don’t know why, but we’re blessed with killer rainbows at Casa River. And even though there’s no pot of gold at the end…
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There is a cat…. which is the next best thing.
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As we’ve previously established, my small rural Maine town has a sense of humor. This was on full display today when I saw an offer of services on the town’s Facebook page.
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While I would have appreciated a good Mother in Law trap back in the day, the picture in this post will probably give me nightmares of the inevitable beaver uprising for weeks to come.
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While we had an extremely mild winter with very little snow this year, we did have rain. And ice. And more rain. Which lead to rapid melting, soft earth, mud and occasional washouts. Imagine driving over this section of road?
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Sadly, this is the only bunny I’ve ever seen in our town.
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And so we reach the end of another series of highlights. I have to say, Mary Roach has really grown on me. I live for weird and wonderful facts and in this respect, she certainly is full of it.
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2×3 = 9,000,000? That is a completely mind boggling statistic. You would think even a rabbit has a headache now and then. Nine million bunnies in 3 years? That’s some serious fornicating my friends.
Sadly the end of the book dealt with all the horrible ways we humans react to what we perceive as an over abundance of wildlife. Simply put…if you get in our way? You’re toast.
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Well, that’s a bit extreme.
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Climate change, loss of habitat, deforestation, pesticides. We kill even when we don’t mean to.
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Another beautiful creature whose time is almost up. Adapt to the damage we wreak upon the planet or perish.
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Neither choice is good. Even if you’re wearing pink go go boots.
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A group of deer came up the other morning and since they rarely show in good light I grabbed my phone for a few pictures. If you look closely you’ll see the same doe sticks out her tongue ….
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Twice.
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That’s just rude.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten was completely uninterested in the visiting wildlife and slept soundly on the couch.
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When I die? I totally want to come back as a cat. These creatures never have insomnia.
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He roused for a moment when he heard the click of the camera…
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And then decided nothing the human was doing was worth disturbing his nap.
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