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Time for the required dose of His Lordship.
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Who steals your warm spot on the couch every time you get up.
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And with those Dracula fangs, who’s going to argue?
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Yup.
That’s my boy.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten
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There’s never a red squirrel around when you need one.
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As I was reading in the living room the other day, Lord Dudley Mountcatten went running to the window.
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It seems we had a visitor on the deck railing.
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A Sharp Shinned Hawk.
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He’s a beauty and hunts our backyard quite often.
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Though sadly never when Momma Red is scurrying around.
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❤️
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She’s such a tease.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten flew off the couch the other day and positioned himself at the back door.
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Reason?
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The red menace was scampering around on the deck.
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I swear she knows he’s there, cackling like mad and most importantly… unable to reach her.
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She’s a regular rodent tease.
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I may be famous.
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They say everyone has a twin.
A double.
A doppelgänger.
Last week I received a text from an old friend of mine down south who said she’d found my alter ego while watching television.
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The photos aren’t great quality as they were taken of the tv screen…
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But clearly this other version of me is not living their best life.
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Everyone loves the Red Sox.
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We live in Maine, ergo we watch (and love) the Red Sox.
But it seems like we’re not the only species to do so.
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This was the scene at a recent game. And in typical nothing bothers New Englanders fashion, play continued even though a pair of mallard ducks had landed right in the middle of Fenway Park.
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Being Boston fowl, they made themselves at home in the outfield, munching grass and doing what ducks are apt to do.
Poop.
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But hey, the Sox won the game… so no one was complaining.
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And then there were two.
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Critters be multiplying here at Casa River.
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Along with some green grass comes another woodchuck.
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I believe that’s the old momma from previous years at the dish.
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She has some distinctive scars on her face and has been calling our backyard home for the past four years.
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Must be last season’s baby to the left.
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The wonderful world of wombats.
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Why did I join a wombat lovers Facebook group?
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Because I like having my feed flooded with pictures like these.
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If they supplant the politics and constant social discourse?
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That’s fine with me.
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The world needs less hatred…
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And more wombats.
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You’re doing it wrong.
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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…
It did not go well.
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After a few half hearted swats,
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.
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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…
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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …
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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.
Sigh.
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Meanwhile in the backyard.
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Woke up to this the other morning.
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And I have to admit, colorful sunrises never get old.
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Our one chuck is still visiting daily looking for treats.
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Apples and carrots are his (her?) favorite.
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A little training might be in order.
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During a recent walk with the husband, Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted my arch enemy.
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Brazen as could be, Momma Red wasn’t disturbed by his presence and stayed in the feeder happily munching seed.
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His Highness stalked and crept closer.
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But she knew he was inexperienced and bided her time.
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Until he was literally right underneath her and she dove over him to reach the safety of the woodshed… where she sat on a high log and chattered at him.
The bitch was laughing, I know it.
Needless to say I was extremely disappointed with His Lordship’s technique …. and purchased a training tool forthwith.
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Okay, technically it’s a flying squirrel. But the size and color are close enough to stand in for that furry red demon for some close quarter combat drills.
Training begins tomorrow.
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