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Just for fun.

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Because I was waiting for my husband (to please stop talking and get back in the damn car!) the other day… I scrolled through my cell phone’s photo album all the way back to the beginning to find the very first pic I took.

(As of today, I have 16,999 photos there. I love technology!)

April of 2013.

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Meet Little Cheeper, a baby robin we found on our lawn after a storm. No nest or mother in sight so we adopted and raised him until he was old enough to release.

Did that little bugger poop? You betcha!

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We kept him in a cat carrier overnight, but let him fly around during the say to strengthen his wings.

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I didn’t want to hand train him as the goal was to set him free…

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But he was a sweetie who followed me all around the house.

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And helped me blog.

He was an adorable little guy, even if he did occasionally resemble a Starship Storm Trooper.

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We fed him canned dog food per the vet’s instructions, supplemented with live worms and fruit.

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Blueberries were his favorite.

All too soon (for me) it was time to let him go, and though I cried… it was the right thing to do.

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He was hesitant at first, but when he felt the gentle June breeze? He took off for the apple trees and never looked back. I kept my eye on him for a few hours as he explored our property.. but he took to the air like a pro and was gone to do what robins do soon after.

❤️

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Some winter snaps.

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I’m so glad winter finally showed up. Cold temps and snow! It warms my little menopausal heart, as well as cools off the rest of me.

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There’s the husband shoveling a path to the bird feeders so our feathered friends don’t go hungry. He’s such a good egg.

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We use this table as snow gauge. It piles up so perfectly, how could we not?

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Once the snow caps these boxwood shrubs, the birds take cover underneath. It drives Lord Dudley Mountcatten insane.

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Sunrise over the backyard reveals the deer superhighway.

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We don’t have virgin fresh fallen snow for long.

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❤️ 🦌 ❤️

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Follow the birdies.

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We have a group of sparrows that live to tease Lord Dudley Mountcatten .

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They perch on the deck railing and patio furniture… driving him absolutely insane when he’s on the back of the couch.

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So when we go outside for walkies? His Lordship is primed to hunt.

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Not that he ever comes close mind you. Those birds are too smart and too fast.

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But we chase them from bush to bush around the house and hope springs eternal.

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They know he can’t catch them, and seem to take great pleasure in the game.

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That sparrow is smiling. I know it.

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You can’t really tell from the picture, but trust me.. he was airborne here.

By the time we make a full trip around the house? They’re back on the railing…. and laughing.

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Lord Dudley on the other hand…

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🤣

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Squirrelly

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Our bird bath has been a Godsend to wild creatures this dry, drought ridden summer. Birds bathe and numerous animals drink… like this thirsty little fellow.

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Now that the random apple tree has matured we’re seeing a lot more squirrels.

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The bath is simply a jump away.

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And perfect on hot days.

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As is splooting in the shade.

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Selfies ruin everything.

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I admit to taking a selfie now and then, usually when we go somewhere wonderful… but mainly because I have a husband who never takes pictures. Ever. It’s a harmless if slightly narcissistic endeavor, and my mother is dead… so if not me, who?

Then there’s the Instagram crowd. The influencers. The vapid youth of today who get paid ridiculous sums for photos that go viral. They’ll go to any lengths to get a breathtaking selfie and call me cold hearted, but I rarely feel bad when I read they fall into the Grand Canyon or off a speeding train.

Which is probably why I cringed when I read this article.

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I have been to Le Gorges du Verdon and it was fabulous. Mainly because there was no one else there.

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The husband, a friend and I drove through the French Alps for a solid 10 hours and saw only one other person. A sheep herder with his flock. It was beyond marvelous.

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That’s me sitting on the wall filing my nails waiting for the husband to climb back up from below.

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The gorge was wild and wonderful. Unspoiled nature ruled.

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As did the goats.

We visited in the early 90’s. The fact that’s it now jam packed with insipid, shallow Instagram tourists breaks my heart. And I bet the goats don’t like it either.

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Baby fox!

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It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.

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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.

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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.

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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.

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