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She’s still here, and still teasing my boy.
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Her presence on the deck drives His Lordship positively bonkers.
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She knows he can’t reach her and seems to take perverse pleasure at his agitation.
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What a witch.
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Is it me, or does she look ready to breed again?
🥴
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I spent 5 hours following my husband from store to store looking for a new weed whacker last week.
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Don’t believe the people who tell you men hate to shop. When he’s looking for a new toy for himself? My guy will shop until I drop. We hit at least 7 different lawn and garden sections and then went back to the very first place we stopped so he could buy the very first one he saw.
And then?
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The man who owns a giant zero turn tractor and four push mowers… yes, four. Two of them self propelled. … started looking at new push mowers.
For me.
The person who doesn’t want one.
It was at that point I said enough… and made him take me for a nice late lunch.
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A fresh blueberry mojito was a good way to start.
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Every time I see this old tool art installation I want my husband to do something like it in the man cave.
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And every time, he says no.
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To start… it was butternut squash soup for the husband and some fabulous dry rub barbecue shrimp for moi.
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A basil limeade later?
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An amazing Bolognese with fresh pasta and a lamb, beef and pork ragu. It was so good I didn’t even notice what the husband ate.
Well worth 5 hours of tool shopping.
😉
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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