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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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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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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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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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We didn’t have much snow this winter so our spring isn’t as wet as it usually is. No snow means no melt which means no big backyard puddles for our annual visiting pair of ducks to splash.
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But here they are.
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Mr and Mrs Mallard checking out the fallen bird seed under the feeders.
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No water meant they didn’t stay long, but it was nice to see them again.
❤️
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Just a few photos of His Lordship doing what His Lordship does best.
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In other words, nothing.
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He excels at this task. And as we all know, practice makes perfect.
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Though he has been known to hide from the paparazzi .
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Cat life.
It’s rough.
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Temperatures are rising, the snow has melted and we’re seeing a bit of green grass.
But the surest sign of spring at Casa River is this:
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Our first woodchuck sighting!
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We’ve had a momma raise her young under our barn for the past 6 years or so and always wonder if they’ll be back.
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Of course laying out some carrot slices helps.
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Welcome back spring!
😌
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It may be April, but in Maine that still means ice.
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These are photos of Sabattus Lake and the Cobbosseecontee Lakes…
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As you can see, some are still iced over.
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Spring may be here with daytime temps in the low 50’s….
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But with nights below 32, melting is a slow process.
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The only state that beats us is Alaska, but since I’m still experiencing the hot flashes from Hell? That’s fine by me.
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The photo in which Lord Dudley Mountcatten discovers the old woodchuck burrow.
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And naturally does a deep dive investigation.
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Me.
Because I realized I haven’t posted a selfie in a while and I have nothing better to share today.
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Our snow is gone and we’re beginning to see some green grass.
We’re also seeing a nightly herd of 10 who never get together for a group portrait.
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Young, old and the same harem master buck.
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They’re all kicking up their heels because spring is out there… somewhere.
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❤️
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