It was really just a big house with a big lawn and a couple of chickens.
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But no matter, they had a tasting room.
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And a bar with a menu.
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That… and interesting beer is all we ever need.
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So we tasted.
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And tasted.
And since I couldn’t discern any recognizable plaid on the owner’s kilt, I had to ask.
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Turns out he’s not Scottish or clan affiliated. He just doesn’t like pants.
And since we kept tasting, we ordered some food.
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My husband went with The Perfect Scallop…
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Which was less than perfect . One large scallop cut into thirds, which pretty much ruined it. It was presented on some kind of bizarre cheesy foam and as you can see… was not meant for hearty appetites.
Since I was drinking I threw my normal culinary caution to the wind and ordered their exotic smash burger of the week … which was of all things, kangaroo.
Along with all our other wild visitors we have raccoons, but since they arrive at night I’m rarely able to photograph them.
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Until the other evening when a pair showed up before sunset.
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They really are characters.
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Such expressive faces…
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And those dexterous little paws!
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These little fatties shimmy right up the center pole, knock the suet cages to the ground then empty them at their leisure. Those paws can open anything.
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I was hoping they’d do it while I was filming but no such luck. Seeing their big butts hanging upside down eating the orioles grape jelly is a riot.
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😊
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.