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They’re a wee bit confused.

May 31, 2019 Rivergirl 39 Comments

I put birdseed out for the birds….

Which the deer eat.

I put apples out for the deer….

Which the woodchucks eat.

Granted, they’re cute as all get out when they do…

But do they have to eat the deer grain as well?

Sometimes they climb right in the bowl and polish it off.

Which leads the deer to eat…

It’s a vicious circle.

And proves that our backyard creatures are a little confused.

Like this Baltimore Oriole….

Who tries to drink from the hummingbird feeder.

Yes, you.

The owner of this house spends a small fortune keeping you in fresh oranges and grape jelly…. don’t get greedy.

Of course….

This guy?

Eats whatever…

And whoever he wants.

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Orange in da house!

May 19, 2019 Rivergirl 35 Comments

Okay, technically…. outside the house.

But I spotted a few of these beauties the other day…

And realized it was time to get the Baltimore Oriole feeder out.

20 minutes later…. after tearing the utility (read – I don’t know where else to put all this crap) closet apart, I remembered a raccoon had broken last year’s feeder trying to drink the nectar and I never replaced it.

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May in Maine means Orioles.

It also means there’s not a feeder to be had within 500 miles. We northerners are starved for color after a long white winter and take our bird feeding seriously.

Jeff Bezos to the rescue.

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Good thing I don’t use Alexa.

2 days later Amazon Prime came through with an interesting new triple threat feeder.

A flat dish for nectar.

Spikes for holding orange halves.

And 4 reservoirs for grape jelly.

I’d never done the jelly before, but Holy Hell! They love it.

Welch’s….

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Giving birds diabetes since 1923.

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The great goat escape.

May 13, 2019 Rivergirl 35 Comments

Yes, we who live in the country are easily amused.

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A few weeks ago as I was doing dishes, I saw one of our neighbor’s goats on the run…. with their daughters hot on it’s heels.

It was a grand chase.

And went on long enough for me to photograph it.

Don’t think goats can run?

Try chasing one.

One daughter managed to steer it closer to the outbuildings…

And viola… the take down.

Country goats.

Because city people don’t know what to do with them…

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Dragons on the other hand…

Bwaahaahaa!

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Good news, bad news.

May 11, 2019 Rivergirl 25 Comments

Good news?

Our visiting Kestrel is back…

And he brought a friend…

(Apologies for the photo quality, I was at the utter limits of my zoom lens)

They’re such pretty little things, and I enjoyed watching them fly around the yard all morning.

Until I heard a thump…

And looked out the window.

Yeah.

Not for the dove anyway.

Kestrels will be Kestrels.

But it would have been nice if he’d finished his meal and not left me the pieces and parts clean up detail…

As well as a blood stained lawn.

Okay, granted… it could be worse.

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But still….

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A little inter species noshing.

April 21, 2019 Rivergirl 16 Comments

We had a bizarre late season snow storm last week and the critters were not happy.

The deer weren’t happy.

The turkeys weren’t happy.

Wasn’t nobody happy.

But there were all hungry.

Which made for wonderful backyard viewing.

I love living in the country.

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A wee bit of snow.

March 16, 2019 Rivergirl 44 Comments

Southern Maine dodged the snow bullet this winter with only a few insignificant storms here and there.

Northern Maine…?

Not so much.

Every time we got an inch?

They got a foot.

Personally, I think that kind of snow is a hoot.

Snow banks?

Yeah, baby.

That’s what I’m talkin’ about!

Snowmobile trail?

It’s there…

Somewhere.

Well, I wouldn’t go that far.

Two years ago this was our driveway –

And yes, that’s a ruler.

Ah, winter.

You make life interesting…

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I bought a book.

March 14, 2019 Rivergirl 20 Comments

No, that isn’t news.

I’m an avid reader and am probably personally responsible for Jeff Bezos’s ranking on the Fortune 500.

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But this book was special.

As you may know, I have a fondness for chickens.

It started years ago when our farming neighbor moved in across the street and asked us to ~~baby~~ chicken sit.

Matter of fact, here’s a picture of the husband trying to speak to those first chickens.

As you can see, it didn’t go well. The chickens weren’t paying attention.

Were his conversational skills severely lacking…

Or did he just not speak their language?

The chickens might have been saying all kinds of fascinating things!

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Or not.

The point is we didn’t know.

And as the flocks grew larger…

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We made friends…

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But the language barrier was problematic.

My pathetic attempts at cooing were for naught.

Clearly the birds had something to say.

Possibly deep, philosophical things….

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But we couldn’t decipher it.

Until now.

So join me on the journey.

And we’ll explore these topics.

Admit it.

There have been times you’ve wanted to chat up a chicken too.

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It will be fun…

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It’s all about the rocks… and some food.

March 9, 2019 Rivergirl 18 Comments

Our last meal in Sedona was a late lunch and of course, it turned out to be the best restaurant we found during our two week trip.

Yes Martin, this is a food filled post.

You’re welcome.

Perched on top of a hill, the Mariposa Grille had some great views. (Of rocks.)

Mariposa means butterfly in Spanish, and they featured prominently in the decor at this Latin themed beauty.

Views (And rocks! Did you see the rocks?) aside..

It was a large…

And rather impressive place.

I mean hey, check out that door.

It’s made of rocks!

There was live music with a Spanish guitar, and more beautiful views.

(Of rocks!)

I ordered a few Caipirinhas… the national drink of Brazil.

Just to get in the proper mood and spirit of the place.

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And then on the advice of the waiter, we tried the Yuca fries.

Not to be confused with Yucca… which apparently tastes like soap… the Yuca were too die for!

To be honest, I had no idea what they were at that point.

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But had I Googled this Yuca meme beforehand?

I most assuredly would have passed.

Lunch for me was the Funghi Sublime. And sublime it was.

Scottsdale Burger Battle Judges’s Choice Winner 2018 ~ Smothered in sauteed Mushrooms, finished with imported Truffle Cheese and Truffle Dijonnaise

That burger positively melted in my mouth and was expertly cooked.

My husband ordered the Senor Fish, and was not disappointed either.

Pan-Fried and Seasoned with their House Rub, Lemon-Caper Aioli, and Shredded Romaine, on a Whole Grain Bun accompanied by 3 Seed Coleslaw.

This was an upscale South American restaurant with Latin inspired cuisine, and everything was served on the most wonderful plates. (Rocks! They were made from rocks!) I wish we’d found it sooner and been able to go back for a full dinner. I’m sure it would have been marvelous.

How upscale you ask?

There was some interesting artwork hanging on the walls…

Made with some rather expensive rocks.

And they were all for sale.

Yeah.

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Rocks.

Ya gotta love ’em.

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But maybe not that much.

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Splatter dabs, rat urine and my worst nightmare.

March 8, 2019 Rivergirl 23 Comments

I learned a lot on our final walk around the Sedona Heritage Museum.

(I’d ask you to name this rusty piece of crap, but they beat me to it.)

I learned about tent houses.

All the comforts of home.

Not.

And if I needed any more proof that I wouldn’t have made a good settler’s wife?

That’s it right there.

I also learned about big pancakes.

Really big pancakes.

Which got me thinking…

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Makes perfect sense to me.

Entering the fruit packing shed that was used when the property was a working orchard..

The husband fell in love with this old machine.

Which I admit was kind of cool.

But I also liked the funky steam punk apple peeler.

Although that first bite has got to be hard on the teeth.

The shed had a lovely old carriage.

And a short film on the history of Sedona.

There was also some fascinating info on rat urine.

Yes, rat urine.

A woefully under explored topic in most museums…

I often call my husband a pack rat, because he comes home with all sorts of ~~trash~~ treasure as well.

But damn. 20,000 years?

That’s some powerful pee.

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And now, our final discovery.

My worst nightmare.

There was a small section on prohibition…

And yes, I may have wept.

Oh…

The horror!

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John Wayne and $40 text messages.

March 7, 2019 Rivergirl 28 Comments

This cute little building was next up on our tour of the Sedona Heritage Museum.

Admittedly it didn’t look like much upon entry.

But then the husband saw this…

And I can’t swear to it, but I think he might have orgasmed right then and there.

Me?

Because as much as I love history, including that of the old west… I despise the old Hollywood westerns. The inaccuracies, the one dimensional characters, the predictable plots? You can have them.

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Yes, I know… it’s unAmerican. So sue me. But the soundtrack to my 35 year marriage has been Rio Bravo, Eldorado, and The Sons of Katie Elder. If I never see another John Wayne movie? I will die a happy woman.