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Sometimes….

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Sometimes the perfect wildlife shot presents itself and all you have to do is snap.

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Our backyard deer really like their snow paths.

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Sometimes you order a blueberry vodka lemonade and it’s literally blue.

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Sometimes your husband drags things up from the crap cave cellar, and while they’re technically not crap? You still stub your toe on one of them when you round the corner because you didn’t know they were there and yell at him to move them forthwith.

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Sometimes you want a little heat, but not anal angst level heat.

Ouch!

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Walkies!

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A warm day in mid February meant His Royal Highness finally got to go outside again.

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Being a fair weather feline who dislikes getting his feet wet…

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Lord Dudley works hard to avoid the snow.

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Bare earth is something to be savored.

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And rolled in.

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Homage was paid to his favorite rock.

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I swear I don’t know what his obsession is with that stone, but he rubs and rolls all over it every single time.

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Warning signs are helpful.

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The little Maine town in which we live is a wonderful place.

Small and quiet. Rural and filled with family farms.

It’s a peaceful, sparsely populated area surrounded by the natural beauty of water, woods, and wildlife.

The people are salt of the earth, always willing to lend a hand or a dollar. There’s a marvelous sense of community here … we look out for each other.

Which is evidenced by the new sign the town put up just outside of the village, down the road from the pub.

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Beware of drunken pedestrians.

A helpful warning to be sure.

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Then… and now.

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I know some people don’t like them, but I enjoy the memories that pop up on my Facebook feed showing the photos I posted on a particular day 5 or 10 years ago.

Today?

I saw this one from February 2013.

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Then –

The husband walking on the road in front of our house with a high backdrop of snow.

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This morning?

It looks a little different.

It makes me sad that real Maine winter storms seem to be a thing of the past.

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Have you herd…?

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Our backyard has been pretty busy of late.

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And our resident herd of ten are showing up every night.

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They don’t usually visit when it’s still light enough to grab photos, so this was a treat.

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You can have television. I’ll happily sit and watch these beautiful creatures instead.

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The harem master.

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I’m so glad he made it through hunting season unscathed.

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In case you’re wondering why they’re called White Tailed Deer.

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Because sometimes life is simply too much to bear.

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We all have those days.

The ones where we want to stay in our pajamas, crawl back into bed and turn off the world.

Apparently Lord Dudley Mountcatten has them as well.

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It’s not as if this feline has a rough life.

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Did the level on his kibble bowl run low?

Were his treats not dispensed at the proper time?

Perhaps his pillow was not properly fluffed.

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Whatever the reason, he’s clearly reached his limit.

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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In her never ending attempt to make me embrace kale, my girlfriend gave up trying to feed it to me and gifted me kale hair conditioner.

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The shampoo had matcha which is less revolting, but I’m here to report these products made my (considerable) head of hair feel like a Brillo pad. Keep kale where it belongs… in the garbage can.

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A winter morning peek out our front door.

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A winter evening peek out the same door.

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As seen in the grocery store parking lot. Is this driver extremely lazy… or blind? Those are the only two explanations I can think of to explain riding down the road with a large clump of snow on your windshield.

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Maine traffic jam.

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In Maine… you never what you’ll find around the next bend in the road.

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Yesterday it was a rather large flock of wild turkeys.

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Who were in absolutely no hurry to move out of my way.

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Since the husband chases every one of their brethren who show up under our bird feeders out of the yard due to prodigious amounts of poo….

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I was happy to stop and watch them amble by.

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