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I love my town.

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As we’ve previously established, my small rural Maine town has a sense of humor. This was on full display today when I saw an offer of services on the town’s Facebook page.

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While I would have appreciated a good Mother in Law trap back in the day, the picture in this post will probably give me nightmares of the inevitable beaver uprising for weeks to come.

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While we had an extremely mild winter with very little snow this year, we did have rain. And ice. And more rain. Which lead to rapid melting, soft earth, mud and occasional washouts. Imagine driving over this section of road?

Yikes.

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Sadly, this is the only bunny I’ve ever seen in our town.

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I love my town

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Sometimes things look a little different in my state.

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Don’t knock it, you can carry quite a few six packs in that bucket.

Some of our locals are poets.

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The benefit of living in a small rural town filled with farms? Our food pantry is always well stocked for those less fortunate.

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Maine is on a temperature roller coaster right now.

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I swear I’m getting whiplash.

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But still…

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Life is good.

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I love my town.

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News from rural Maine…

The Abominable Snowman requires assistance.

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And I don’t know if this is a thing elsewhere, but Mainers save their egg cartons. Even if we don’t have chickens.

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Why do we do this?

Because winters are long, and we can.

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You know it’s officially cold when the ice shacks start appearing on the river.

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Wildlife sightings continue…

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It’s a good thing she got a picture. I wouldn’t have believed her otherwise.

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I love my town.

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It’s time for small town news again…. so city folk can see what they’re missing.

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No worries. Said piggy was reunited with his family and is safely back home.

The want ads in small rural towns tend to look a bit different.

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Spleeny- New England : peevish and irritable with hypochondriac inclinations.

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I’m almost afraid to ask why someone wants to rehome a skeleton.

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I’m going to pass this one on to my husband because he came home from breakfast with the boys the other day bitching that his omelette had gone up a dollar.

I know I’m paying more for groceries, it stands to reason restaurants are as well.

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Things be flyin’ in my town.

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I have to laugh at the plethora of things that are flying around my town lately.

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CMP, Central Maine Power… otherwise known as the company everyone loves to hate. They rarely get anything right, and freeing a kite from a power line to get it stuck in a tree sounds like something they would do.

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Another lost kite. This one is pretty fierce, I might have been tempted to keep it.

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We’ve had some odd things blow onto our lawn, but never a tent.

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Storage sheds are also flying.

I really need to pay more attention to the skies around here…

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I love my town.

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This week’s headlines from my little corner of the world.

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It’s duck season in Maine, so you can’t blame the poor bird for trying to find safe water.

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Not being a fan of eggs, I refuse to give this pie the recognition they believe it deserves.

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There you have it. A one of a kind chicken conveyance.

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Keep grandma off the streets!

Buy jam.

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We have chicken neighbors, but the rude things never drop by.

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