I am a fan of the blog
Millie's Mats. Kim the proprietor, offers wonderful funny posts about everyday life, Millie her sweet little pup, and her beautiful hooked art work. This morning when I perused her blog, it gave me an idea for my post. I'll keep this short and sweet. While I was on the Island, my youngest son came to the house to claim his camping gear. The camping gear which is stored in the attic. He and his girlfriend are climbing Mt. Katahdin this coming weekend. Katahdin is located in Baxter State Park and is the highest peak in Maine. Monday evening I return home from the Island. Later that evening when I retired for the night (mind you it is hot and humid) I turned the fan on in our bedroom and kicked off the bed sheets. In the early morning hours, I woke to an unfamiliar noise. I turned the fan off and listened.... thinking if must be Sweet Emma Lou, our kitty. A few minutes later I once again heard the strange noise.... this time I turned the light on and for a brief moment I could not recall where I was (Island or home) I looked around the room expecting to see Emma.... but no, no Emma. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something on the pillow beside me. Lord have mercy, there staring back at me with dark "beady" eyes was a little brown bat. Oh, I neglected to mention I am terrified of bats and anything else that goes bump in the night. (Yes, I know bats are very beneficial and eat their weight in bugs daily, but I prefer not to share my room, let alone my bed with them) Let me just say it was not easy to "fly" out of bed when one's feet are tangled in the bed sheets. My DH who was downstairs hearing all the commotion came to my rescue....he proceeded to take the screen out of the window (while I was cowering in the corner) and "thinks" the bat must have flown out. ( he was down stairs looking for the broom.) Key word "THINKS". The following night, I slept on the couch, the next two nights I did sleep in our bed, but with the light on. Last night I remained in bed with the light off.... a huge accomplishment. (I neglected to mention that DH travels quite frequently so I am left to my own devices.) Thank goodness I have a wonderful friend and neighbor who told me to put her phone number on speed dial. So Deb, if by chance you receive a call in the early morning hours it will be me waiting for you to come to my rescue! Keep your finger's crossed the bat is gone....but now what to do about the attic.... where there is one....okay, I'm not going to think about it.... cause I'll never sleep....Tristan!
which we discovered in the large pond Islanders refer to as the "marsh". This is the local skating pond for the Island community in winter. While admiring the Lily pads, watching turtles laze in the sun, far off in the distance we spied....
A Bald Eagle patiently waiting for his lunch....
We watched this majestic bird for quite some time, hoping to see him fly off in order to admire his wingspan however, the dining must have been quite prolific as we never saw him depart. But speaking of departing.... today I headed back to the mainland.
The water appeared so cool and inviting.... the water temperature today was sixty-six degrees.
The haze is hanging off in the distance.
Lobstering....
As we entered Portland Harbor a cruise ship was docked in port for the day. The size of these ships simply amazes me, it is it's own floating city.
You can get an idea of the ship's enormity when sized up against the sail boats below.
As I entered Portland the temperature showed ninety-four degrees on the time and temperature building. It is hot and humid and I have had my fill of this weather (remind me of this post come December). You may be wondering why I did not extend my stay on the Island, well to be truthful it was due to this lovely lady....
I was worried I might discover "fried chicken" in the hen yard. But alas all was well here at Dog Trot Farm. Now tomorrow is another story, more heat and humidity will be arriving and I am out of here heading to the lake! 
