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Two baby woodchucks showed up for apples yesterday. ( we put them out for the deer but these little guys are beating them to it )
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The chuck on the right seemed to be annoying his brother with his close proximity.
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Before long they were squabbling.
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And a sibling scuffle ensued.
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Left woodchuck held his ground, as well as his apple.
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And right woodchuck was forced to step aside.
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Family.
What are ya gonna do?
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What… you were expecting Christ and the Madonna?
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Sorry, wrong blog.
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On my page you get momma chucker and the baby that sticks close to her side.
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She’s started to swat them away when they try to nurse….
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But brings them to the buffet every day.
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Happily they love to eat broad leaf weeds.
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Because momma’s not sharing her apples.
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Starling photo bomb on the left.
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I’m not sure why…
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But momma woodchuck always looks pissed off.
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Is it because her children are always under foot?
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Or because the pesky human woman keeps spraying all the tasty munchies with coyote urine?
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Maybe it’s because her tatas are hanging so low they scrape the rock wall.
Tough call… but I’m going with gravity. That’s bound to make any woman cranky.
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It was a lovely drive along the coast…
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And though I would have loved to stop and snap some photos, the husband was hungry… so you’ll have to make do with a few quick shots from the car.
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Here’s the famous Cribstone Bridge.
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And as you’ve probably guessed, lobster reigns supreme.
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This was our destination, Cooks Lobster and Ale House.
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A local landmark built in 1955 on a long spit of land with panoramic water views. Popular with locals and tourists alike (although we locals don’t appreciate the tourist prices) it’s a no fuss, traditionally rustic waterfront restaurant.
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But what it lacks in decor? It makes up in scenic vistas. The view from our table was pretty sweet.
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The cocktails are potent.
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And two Cosmopolitans were all I could handle if I wanted to remain upright.
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Pardon the fuzzy pic, it was taken through a screen.
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The food is simple but delicious. Caesar salad (with the most amazing homemade herb butter croutons evah!) for me, a tasty French onion soup for my other half.
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Perfectly cooked lightly battered fried sea scallops for me….
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And lazy lobster for my rat bastard husband who ate it in front of me without feeling the least bit guilty. (I came up allergic 7 years ago and can no longer consume the delicious crustaceans without becoming seriously ill. 😩)
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Dessert? Of course it was blueberry pie. And as we waddled out to the car… we stopped for a moment to take in the beauty.
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And realized the husband might have backed up a bit too far upon arrival.
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Maine rocks. They’re unforgiving little devils.
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Ever wonder what you’d look like as a 3D cartoon?
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Apparently I look 10 years old.
And as a caricature?
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Oy vey! I’m Jewish.
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Meet Viola AI, the new app that transforms your face.
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And a great way to waste time when you’re babysitting a friend’s 6 year old.
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Yes, I’ve heard about the possible face recognition hacking … but I don’t use that feature on my phone. And if they want to steal my picture it’s nothing they couldn’t already do by cruising Facebook or this blog.
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So don’t kvetch about this mishegas….. it’s just innocent fun.
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When you chase wild turkeys from the lawn on a daily basis like my husband? You often find they leave parts of themselves behind..
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For which our cat is quite thankful.
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Have you hugged your feather today?
( Archaic reference to a public service announcement that used to run in the 80’s. Stop snickering, I’m old. )
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not at all pleased when we put the air conditioners in the windows after a miserably hot and humid day.
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He howled and batted at them and demanded their removal from his favorite bird watching perch. Sorry Dudley, but momma’s menopausal surface of the sun internal temperature requires cooling assistance. Adjust.
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And damned if she doesn’t look like she just gave birth.
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We’ve sealed up every hole we could find, but that won’t stop her.
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She’ll just chew through another wall.
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How can something so small can be so destructive?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her from the window and was very interested.
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Which might be just the incentive I need to allow him to go outside.
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A friend of ours crossed something off her bucket list recently…. and while I was happy she was fulfilling a lifelong dream, I did make one small request.
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Take pictures of the hats!
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Because when you go to the Kentucky Derby? There are lots of fabulous hats. Sadly my friend had a few too many mint juleps and only shared three hat photos. (Bad friend. Bad!)
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But at least the last one was a doozy.
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Pardon me while I snicker and include an anti-Brady Derby pic as well.
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Sorry, not sorry. These tickle my funny bone.
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Cats are a huge presence in their owner’s (read slaves) lives, so these pictures aren’t far off the mark.
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If you’ve ever been in a hurry to get out of the house and have to dodge a suddenly snake like creature winding madly around your legs, you know what I mean.
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Blocking traffic in mid town? I can see that.
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The leaf on this cat’s head kills me!
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“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.”
Mark Twain
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I think we can all agree if you invite a cat into your home and heart, they quickly turn your house into their kingdom and rule with an iron fist. While all cat owners know this, there’s now an artist who’s showing us world domination isn’t far behind.
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*Gulp*
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Catzilla?
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He’ll make mincemeat out of those puny Power Rangers! And then perhaps, a pie.
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This next photo explains a lot.
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Part 2 to follow..
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River's world..... 