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Inter species meetings happen quite often in our backyard.
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Sometimes these end peacefully.
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Other times not.
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The not requires turning on three Scentsy burners and multiple fans.
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This was definitely a not.
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Inter species meetings happen quite often in our backyard.
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Sometimes these end peacefully.
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Other times not.
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The not requires turning on three Scentsy burners and multiple fans.
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This was definitely a not.
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We took a drive out to Harpswell for a waterfront meal the other night.
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To a great restaurant at one of our favorite locations.
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Dolphin Marina.
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It’s an out of the way place…
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With wrap around coastal scenery.
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Unfortunately it was Saturday night, the tourists were thick and the wait for an outdoor or water view table was over an hour. And if you’ve ever gone out to dinner with my husband, you know that means forgoing the views and eating at the bar.
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I was disappointed, but a few Honey Gin Slippers later?
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Life was good.
Dolphin is famous for their epic blueberry muffins which are served with every meal.
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Luckily my other half didn’t eat his and I had it for breakfast the next morning.
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Dinner started with garlic and white wine mussels for hubby.
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And a lovely lemony Caesar salad for me.
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The husbands Parmesan crusted haddock was tasty but surprisingly thin.
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But my pan seared scallops with basil cream sauce and asparagus on homemade pasta was stellar.
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So if you’re ever in the area, drop in.
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But go off season…. when you can get decent seating and enjoy a better view than the bartender and a row of empty bottles.
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(Extra points for anyone who can name the movie from which I pilfered my post title.)
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This isn’t the greatest picture…
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But it’s literally the only one I’ve been able to get of momma and all four of her offspring. (Plus a grey squirrel interloper.)
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And here are the quads…
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Jostling for prime apple position.
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They’re comical to watch.
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And squabble like any other bunch of siblings.
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I stumbled on a rather odd Facebook group page the other day.
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And while I doubt I’ll join, I can appreciate the sentiment.
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Red’s Eats is a Wiscasset landmark, a popular tourist destination and a long running bone of contention for anyone who has to drive through the area. Locals laugh at the outta staters who stand on line for an hour for what is seriously sub par seafood. (And trust me, they’re all outta staters… no self respecting Mainer would pay $38 for a lobster roll.) But the reason behind the page and its flamboyant parade of finger waves are the atrocious traffic jams this silly little take out trailer produces. A drive through town that should take 3 minutes? Will sometimes take you 30.
So without further ado… I bring you the only appropriate thing to do should you happen to drive past Red’s Eats.
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Look! They even have tee shirts.
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P.S…. if you visit Maine and decide you have to try this universally loathed establishment? Please unfriend me first.
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Mother red squirrel was perched in the boxwood this morning.
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And though I could have chased her out…
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She was happily munching so I let her be.
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As long as she’s not trying to take up residence in our house again?
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I suppose I can call a temporary truce.
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We have marvelous sunsets at our house and while I try not to bore everyone with constant photos…
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Sometimes I just have to share.
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The sky was on fire.
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And if my porch furniture cushions ever come back from the seamstress who’s recovering them..
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I could enjoy more stationary viewing.
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Everywhere I looked?
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Glorious.
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Have you ever had an oh shit moment?
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The look on this woodchuck’s face says he’s about to have one.
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I want to stay mad at them.
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But when they’re this damn cute?
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It’s hard.
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They’re leaving my flowers alone for now.
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And seem to be satisfied stealing the deer apples.
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Cute little buggers.
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*Warning- this is really just a Dudley photo dump and has little (okay, absolutely nothing) to do with the Olympics*
I love to watch the Olympics, sometimes with Lord Dudley Mountcatten by my side. So with that in mind, I bring you…
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His Lordship’s favorite event is the feather ball toss.
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He practices daily.
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And is in gold medal contention for his bat it under the couch and then howl until the human recovers it routine.
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If looks could kill?
Ouch.
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Nice squashing form!
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No, I’m not through taking pictures yet.
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Caught in mid swipe…
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Time outs must be taken for fly hunting.
And then?
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A nap on the ball.
Athletes be tired.
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In life, you sometimes have to fight for what’s yours.
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And if you’re a baby woodchuck, you have to fight birds.
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They’re always in the way…
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And always eating your food.
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At times, you’re outnumbered.
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And when that happens?
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You call in reinforcements.
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