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One of these squirrels is doing it wrong.
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But he was steadfast.
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And made it work.
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They’re determined little fellows.
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One of these squirrels is doing it wrong.
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But he was steadfast.
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And made it work.
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They’re determined little fellows.
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Our grey squirrels are determined fellows. As evidenced by the never give up attitude of this little guy during a recent rainy morning attempt at reaching the bird feeder.
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Wet poles be slippery.
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If you like shrimp?
Give this recipe a try.
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In a large stainless steel skillet over medium heat, melt 1 Tbsp. butter. Pat shrimp dry; season all over with Old Bay.
Arrange shrimp in a single layer in skillet and cook, turning halfway through, until translucent, about 1 minute per side. Transfer to a plate.
In same skillet over medium heat, melt remaining 1 Tbsp. butter. Add shallot and cook, stirring occasionally, until beginning to soften, 2 to 3 minutes .
Add garlic and red pepper flakes and cook, stirring, until garlic is fragrant, 1 to 2 minutes.
Add wine to deglaze skillet, scraping up any browned bits, and cook, stirring, until liquid is almost completely evaporated,
Stir in broth and bring to a boil over high heat.
Stir in orzo and return to a boil. Reduce heat to medium-low to maintain a simmer and cook, stirring frequently, until orzo has absorbed most of the broth and is almost cooked through,
Add cream and cook, stirring frequently, until slightly thickened and reduced,
Return shrimp to skillet along with any accumulated juices.
Stir in lemon zest and lemon juice; season with salt. Top with parsley.
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My tweaks – I didn’t have vegetable broth but used low sodium chicken broth and it was lovely. I used salted butter, so I left off the salt at the end. And since my husband isn’t a spicy food lover, I ignored the red pepper flakes. There was plenty of flavor so I think that was overkill anyway.
Use large or jumbo shrimp. You won’t be disappointed.
Yum!
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Mother Chuck is back and her runt from last year’s litter is still here.
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Though not for lack of trying to kick him to the curb.
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There are daily squabbles over food and squealing arguments over bolt holes.
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Momma isn’t subtle, but Junior refuses to take the hint.
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I love watching our backyard squirrels.
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Like this poor fellow in the middle who was late to the show and missed a spot in the prime feeders.
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He tried to share space in the larger feeder on the left, but was immediately kicked out by his brethren.
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So an attempt was made on the covered feeder at the end.
And may I just say those are some impressive abs? To heck with a six pack, this boy has a 12.
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The lid is solid metal, too heavy for the poor squirrel to shift.
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And the bottom lip way is too small for the squirrel to perch.
A valiant attempt, but he ended up back on the ground scrounging for fallen seed.
Better luck next time little guy.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has developed a disturbing fondness for Al Roker…
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Should I be worried?
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Has the revolution begun? And why did no one tell me…
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I love Cards Against Humanity and Beth Dutton.
I may have to own this.
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Not my photograph, but it was posted by someone in Maine.
If that squirrel isn’t silently saying ‘hold my beer’ ? I’ll eat my hat.
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Bacon is life.
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Remember the rat who showed up and dug a tunnel to our wood shed. The one whose demise I sadly had to hasten? He’s been gone for quite some time now, but it seems another pesky rodent has taken over his ratty super highway.
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Yes. It’s her. The red bitch we’ve been evicting for the past year and a half.
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It shouldn’t surprise me.
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She’s a resourceful little witch.
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But it does make me wonder how she disposed of the previous tenant’s remains …
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I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning as our first real snow of the season fell overnight.
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It wasn’t the 6-8 inches they predicted for our area…
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But it coated everything in glorious white… so that’s alright with me.
What wasn’t a welcome sight?
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The creature highlighted here.
The tiny devil who wreaked havoc with us, our house and our barn last year. The little red bitch with sharp teeth. I thought we’d seen the last of her after numerous evictions and nest busting this fall. But no…
She’s baaaack!
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I know just how you feel Dudley.
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Mother red squirrel was perched in the boxwood this morning.
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And though I could have chased her out…
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She was happily munching so I let her be.
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As long as she’s not trying to take up residence in our house again?
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I suppose I can call a temporary truce.
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This month’s calendar squirrel has his face stuffed into a dandelion bloom gone to seed.
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As far as pleasantly scented flowers go, he’s clueless.
And if our resident red bitch tries this? I can only hope she’s deathly allergic.
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Our backyard has been seeing a lot of visitors lately.
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And baby chucks are learning where the buffet is located.
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Yes, damn it.
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She’s still here.
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I don’t think momma Chuck is enjoying the competition for apple slices.
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But babies like the grain as well. And climbing in the food bowl is always fun.
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This month’s calendar squirrel is hard at work.
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And I don’t mind telling you the thought of our resident rodent bitch learning to use tools terrifies me senseless.
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