Bird baths.
They’re not just for birds anymore….
These little guys never used to drink here until an apple tree sprouted in my garden bed a few years ago.
Now they’ve realized they can safely climb onto an overhanging branch and jump in.
Like I do…
Actual photo of me last Saturday night.
Pardon the quality of these shots, but it was dark and I was shooting through a window.
I’ve often wondered why the deer don’t stop to slake their thirst.
Now, I have proof that they do.
The photo files need purging again so…
Mother woodchuck and her last baby.
The other 3 have taken off for parts unknown.
And I get the feeling this final child isn’t the brightest bulb in the pack.
Someone needs to tell him we eat from the bowl, not sit in it.
Or lie in it for that matter.
Our beautiful buck is back.
Which makes me nervous as it’s hunting season.
Fingers crossed no one breaks up his family.
This little devil was perched on the feeder bar waiting for an unsuspecting meal the other morning…
I saw feathers on the lawn later in the day, so mission accomplished.
The flies have been thick for the past few days and target the deer mercilessly.
It’s my opinion this doe was sticking her tongue out at the flies…
And not the photographer.
Finally, who needs video games….
When you’ve got real live angry birds right on the back lawn?
Because sometimes I want to share, and they just don’t rate a blog of their own.
A few shots of my local area.
I’m blessed to live in such a beautiful state.
Top that for sunrise color. I dare ya!
As you’ve probably guessed by now, when we travel…. I take a lot of pictures. The husband is quite patient with me and usually pulls over when I point out the window, squeee! and yell pull over. He never wants to photograph anything, so I had to laugh a few weeks ago when he stopped along side something and asked me to take a picture of it for him.
I did….
And am seriously hoping it doesn’t end up in our barn in the near future.
This is not what you want to be following during a traffic jam on Route 1. I saw pink hippos in my dreams for many nights after that.
And finally…
Me.
No makeup, just a smile…. and the realization that laying out in the sun this past summer has bleached my hair to the point where I now have dark roots without ever having dyed it.
What the Hell?
If you haven’t guessed by now, I take a lot of pictures.
My life may not be fascinating…
But it’s damn sure well documented.
And what’s a blog for if not sharing random baby deer photos from earlier this summer?
Not much to comment on.
Just enjoy the sweetness…
While I organize my photo files.
And if you’re not into cute furry 4 legged babies?
Then tune in again next time…
When I’m sure to have more meaningless drivel.
We live in the country with a large back yard…
A field….
and some woods.
This leads to a lot of avian visitors.
Some of whom sadly commit suicide on our windows.
I wasn’t here when this particular bird went splat, but it did leave me a rather prominently placed clue in our bedroom.
A perfect dead bird body print.
Complete with wings.
RIP little one.
Remember a while ago I posted a picture of the sunflower seeds the chipmunk from Hell had planted in my petunias… and how they were growing?
Well over the past few weeks they grew tall and budded, and then started disappearing. One by one… shredded, stripped of leaves, and gone.
I’ve seen a few grasshoppers, so I thought maybe that was the reason.
How pathetic is that?
One lone stalk remained.
Then I woke up this morning and saw….
A woodchuck…
On the table.
That’s something I hadn’t seen before.
First there was a little pole dancing….
Then he got down to business.
So now I know why there won’t be any blooming sunflowers this season.
He made short work of it and left me this…
As well as this…
Yes, I could have yelled and scared him off, but I admit … I laughed instead.
We’ve had woodchucks all year and they haven’t touched a single plant, shrub or flower. Which if you’ve ever had woodchucks, you know is highly unusual.
So I let the little devil have the sunflower.
The fact that he can even get his fat butt up on the table to begin with is comical and worth the price of a sunflower to view.
Crazy real estate agent’s photos part 3, and let’s start it off with a bang.
Or a boom as the case may be..
There’s so much wrong with this I don’t even know where to start. Aside from the obvious WTF factor…. this guy looks like he’s getting ready to goose you. Why are his hands open wide? Why do you have to reach into his chest to flush? And considering what he must see everyday… why the hell is he smiling?
Wow.
Someone clearly had too much time… and acrylic paint… on their hands.
Just your normal bathroom/dining room combo…
And bathroom/kitchen combo….
And bathroom/bedroom combo.
Porches.
Not just for outside anymore.
When you live in the city… but your wife really wants a cow.
Because sun shade awnings are stylish anywhere.
Proof positive there is such a thing as too much togetherness.
Truly.
I’m not sure what’s more disturbing about this bizarre bathtub… the fact that it’s covered in carpet?
That it has 4 decorative poles?
Or that it appears to have an electric heater installed on the side?
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
Because my photo files are filled with critter pics.
A wet fox.
Two wet foxes.
Okay, okay… moving on.
Baby woodchuck.
These pics are a month or two old, they’re not babies anymore.
I can’t tell you exactly how old because my stupid camera’s date and time setting is broken and everything registers 1/1/1980.
Why? I have no frickin’ clue.
Buck, on the field line.
Doe, in the field.
Wet skunk.
Wet skunk and deer.
This next one is blurry, but how often do you get a shot of a deer sticking her tongue out at a skunk?
Skunk Rule #1?
Do not be rude to skunks.
They will make you pay… and the photographer’s house will stink for a week.
More woodchucks….
Eating apples.
And woodchucks eating deer grain.
More deer.
And deer eating deer grain.
More skunks.
More foxes.
Skunk and fox.
Please remember Skunk Rule #1.
There is no Skunk Rule #2…. when the tail goes up?
Run.
More woodchucks.
I’d like to tell you that’s all the photos…. but it’s not even close.
That’s all for now though.
Autumn is closing in.
And it’s my favorite time of the year.
The air is crisp, the trees are full of apples….
And if you’re lucky enough to live in Maine like I do?
Mother Nature puts on a glorious show of turning leaves.
(Yes, those are my photos. And yes, those are my apple trees.)
But this year?
There’s something I’m not looking forward to.
The annual Pumpkin Spice’d every damn thing but condoms invasion will be rolling out shortly, and while that’s annoying enough….
This year?
There’s a new kid on the pumpkin spiced block.
It’s true… as well as disgusting.
Yes.
Pumpkin Spiced Spam.
Forget changing leaves and brisk breezes — pumpkin spice is the official harbinger of fall. And, for better or worse, Spam is entering the flavor fray.
While there’s no amount of money that could convince me try it and report back….
If one of you would, I’d appreciate a first hand account of how truly awful it is.
Tried to photograph 4 fawns frolicking around your back yard… at dusk…. through a window?
It’s not easy.
And most of your shots come out looking like this:
Or this:
They look rather like ghost deer…
But I assure you they were corporeal beings.
They just rarely stand still.
Or face the camera.
The video is poor quality, and a bit shaky…. although it gets slightly better halfway through.
But you’ll see what I mean about frolicking.
Multiple Bambis!
There.
You have now fulfilled your cuteness quota for the day.
