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Especially when it’s autumn…
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In Maine…
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And you’re a wild blueberry.
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Then?
It’s downright breathtaking.
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Tag Archives: photos
She’s baaaack.
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I thought maybe we’d seen the last of her.
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But no, she was out back stealing chopped up deer apples yesterday.
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She was back on the patio table.
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And there’s only one reason for that. Do you know how sick and tired I am of finding small pieces of rotted apple every time I sit down?
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And then of course there’s the poo.
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She leaves it there on purpose, I know it.
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And may I just say, sipping from puddles of rain water filled with your own poo?
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Not the least bit appetizing.
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And please note… in that last picture? She is literally pooping. Am I a great photo journalist or what!
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Keeping a (blue) eye on Bambi.
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It’s been fun watching this little fawn grow up.
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Although sadly we’re watching his mother decline at the same time.
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Those blue eyes just slay me.
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Of all the deer we’ve had over the years, this is our first blue eyed visitor.
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Little one stays close to mom.
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Hope she’s around long enough to teach him what he needs to know…
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All present and accounted for.
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It’s turkey season.
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And that doesn’t bode well for our fine feathered visitors.
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Momma brought her seven babies for their first nosh under the bird feeders a few months ago…
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And they’re all still with her.
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You go momma.
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They’re comical birds to watch.
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Like big brown chickens who gobble instead of cluck.
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Though her babies are almost full grown, momma is still vigilant…
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And takes off at the slightest perceived threat.
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Picture of pretty backyard trees included… just because I can.
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A doe-ting mother.
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Here’s our old doe coming out of the woods.
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She’s slow, but still gets around.
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And right behind her?
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Blue eyed Bambi.
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Fatten up little guy/girl.
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Parts of Maine are getting snow today. Winter is coming.
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Still spotted.
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Still a little eerie.
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But definitely different.
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When in doubt, wear red.
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I just realized I haven’t posted a photo of the big barn since the staining and painting were completed.
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Needless to say I’m very pleased.
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The nice thing is, the husband was pleased as well.
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I know this because I overheard him talking to the painter saying he wasn’t sure he would like a red barn and that he’d fought his wife over it… boy did he!… but in the end, even he had to admit it looked great.
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Technically it’s not totally done, as the crew is going to box in the eaves on the overhang. But in Maine, you have to paint until the weather turns, so they’ll be back another day to finish that.
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My porch furniture cushions also need to be recovered in a fabric that doesn’t clash.
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But baby barn approves.
And we have a red and white barn!
Yay.
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A beautiful time of deer.
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Fall foliage and deer in the backyard.
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It’s a view I never get tired of.
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This is our dark doe. She’s a big girl, and I swear if you put a rack on her she’d easily be a healthy buck.
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The difference between her and our old doe is striking, and sad.
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But to each thing there is a season…
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Near and deer to our hearts.
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Some deer and foliage pics…
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Just because.
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Little blue eyed Bambi is a regular now.
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And learning g to pose.
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While mom gobbles up some berries.
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The difference between her and a healthy doe is striking.
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This little buck is hers from last year.
Life goes on…
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One pregnancy too many.
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I fear for our old, always pregnant, doe.
She had a very late fawn this year and I think it’s taken it’s toll.
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We’ve watch her age and slow down over the past few years, but now?
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The poor girl is skeletal.
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She comes every night for grain and apples, and is now showing up during the day for lunch…. which yes, I provide. She literally just stands there, looking in the window and waiting to be served. How can I not?
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But I think this last Bambi was just too much for her, and I doubt she’ll survive the winter.
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Hopefully blue eyes will continue us to visit after she’s gone.
Life goes on….
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It’s that time of deer.
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Mother and Bambi.
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Older and youngest fawns.
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And of course, big daddy.
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Fall, the most dangerous time of year for these guys. The rut drains their energy and saps their strength.
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And then there are all those two legged devils with guns.
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Hang in there fellow.
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Run.
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And hide.
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