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Local news from the great white north.
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So yes, there are drawbacks to living in colder climates.
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But on the flip side, some lucky chickens get to live indoors.
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This happens more often than you’d think in our town.
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Perhaps they’ve started a Union and are on strike?
“No pay?
No lay!”
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People are hearing things in the woods this week.
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No one reported a missing cow, but I’m guessing it could be a moose.
This is Maine after all.
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And in keeping with the spirit of the season….
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How sweet is that!
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…
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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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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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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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In Maine, things can be a little different.
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But a definitely good kind of different.
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I lobbied hard for this cute little piggy joining the Casa River family ( for pure blog fodder alone, he’s golden ) but was met with a resounding no from the husband.
Sorry Wilbur.
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Mysteriously multiplying tin cows?
I really do love my town.
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As we were leaving our small town’s festival I saw a sign pointing to a local artist’s collection of folk art carvings.
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The man and his art are well known in my town with one piece of this collection featured and displayed every year in our town hall.
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Three of the pieces were bought by private parties before the town decided to acquire the collection and were graciously lent to us for this event. It was the first time the collection has ever been exhibited together. Except…
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There’s one missing.
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The widow of the artist doesn’t know who her late husband sold The Raven to, but there’s been an extensive search … with no luck.
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You really have to see these in person to appreciate the craftsmanship.
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And my poor pictures don’t do the beauty of the wood carving justice.
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All the creatures depicted are native to our area. They are depicted with the joy of, and reverence for, nature.
So if you ever see that Raven? Please let me know.
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The highlight of my little town’s annual celebration festival has always been this:
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Yes ladies and gentlemen…. we race zucchini here in vacation land.
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And it’s a definite crowd pleaser.
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That’s the pit crew getting the semi finalists ready.
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Some of the entries were quite creative.
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It’s hard to tell but the one of the far left is a whale… complete with tail and water coming out of his blow hole.
And in case you’re wondering how this works….
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I love my town.
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Our little town has an annual community celebration and more often than not we don’t go. But after a year of hermit like Covid living, travel plan cancellations and avoiding large indoor crowds… an outdoor festival seemed perfect.
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There was live music.
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And the prerequisite ugly craft displays. Bird baths made from repurposed antique glass? I’m picturing myself scrubbing the poo out of all those grooves. Hard pass.
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The husband lost me for a half hour at the library book sale. A dollar a book and we had to make two trips to the car.
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There was a tiny petting zoo.
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With bad hair day inhabitants.
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We bought ducks for the derby.
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But our sorry ass quacks were almost dead last.
To be continued….
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My town’s Facebook page was critter-centric with this week starting with this awesome visitor.
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We had one on our roof a while back but I wasn’t quick enough to get a photo. They’re such glorious fellows.
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I hear that on the zucchini. Everyone is trying to foist them on us lately.
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Outhouse shed combo. When you’re working on something and just don’t want to waste the energy it takes to walk back to the house.
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Our neighbors have lost a few birds to foxes. But I think we need to examine how #20 survived. Could have been an inside job.
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Alright, so it’s not a dog waiting at the door with your slippers. You still have to admit it’s sweet…
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