We started prepping for bear hunting season in late August. My site had to be moved this year after discovering that “the bear” could see me through the woods. He’s a smart one, that bear I’ve been after for five seasons. Steve and I didn’t set up the new site…
Steve and I went out for the day yesterday to celebrate our wedding anniversary and came home with the experience of a bald eagle hunting ducks. What an interesting experience. I love Northeast Harbor so much I could live there. It’s nice to visit now and then. Our timing was…
It’s not that I can’t buy new plant pots. I buy quite a few. It’s that I love new-to-me old plant pots that I find in the woods on our homestead. I’m that 50something year old woman who still drags things home from the woods and fills her pockets with…
What a difference a days make. A week ago the wood yard was still covered in snow when we saw Boo Boo. Five days later I found a snake basking in the sun, warming itself on a cool morning. A nice surprise as I wasn’t expecting to see snakes out…
Sunday morning brunch. Probably my favorite meal of the week. Steve usually cooks breakfast on Saturdays and Sundays but once in a while I get in the mood for a skillet breakfast. This morning I diced bacon, red bell pepper, and Red Marble onions. I grew the onions last year…
March 29, 2020. The first deer returned. I don’t remember them ever coming back from winter grounds in March, even in the mildest of winters. It was mild this year and I’ve been looking for them, hoping. I’ve missed their presence. Washing dishes while looking at an empty food plot…
“Birds are singing!” An announcement on the Maine Gardening group this morning sent me to the back porch to listen. Long wool sweater, the kind 70 year old writers who drink bourbon and hole up in their dark library to Awrite wear, would keep me semi-warm. It’s old and comfortable…
Bald eagles of Magurrewock Marsh have nested on a man-made platform in in Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge in Baring, Maine since before we moved to the area in 1989. In that time eagles successfully raised eaglets that fledged, had eggs that didn’t hatch, eggs that hatched but an eaglet died,…
It was barely light enough when I woke to see that the sky was foggy. It’s February and though daytime temps have been in the 50°s a few times, it was below freezing. I got out of bed, made coffee, pulled my hair up without the aid of a brush,…
Deer stands – not something we think much about this time of year in this part of the country, but in other areas, those warm spots down south, they’re still climbing into them. Like Maggie Boineau, author of Camo 365 and a lovely all-around outdoorswoman, I wonder about the stories…
