THE MAINE COAST

If you happen to visit the rocky coast of Maine, you will be met by the beautiful Atlantic Ocean. You will surely encounter a true scavenger, the seagull. And If you happen to look out on the horizon you might see a lobster boat returning for the day.Off in the distance the Calender Island's of Casco Bay. You might see sloops passing in the evening breeze. And a head light

A most famous head light

The majestic Portland Head Light, located in Cape Elizabeth Maine.

Maine worth a visit, worth a lifetime.

BUSY BEE

I am happy to report someone is being a busy bee around here this morning, certainly not me. This humid weather is starting to wear me down. It makes my body feel heavy and lethargic. Oops sorry, Winslow is after the fox- gotta go- so much for feeling lethargic. Till later!

"JULIE AND JULIA"

Just returned home from seeing the movie "Julie and Julia". Oh what fun it is. I enjoyed it so much I had DH make a pit stop at Border's to purchase these books, Julia's "MyLife In France" and "Julie and Julia" ( which the movie was adapted from). If you are of a certain age, as am I, and recall a "skit" from Saturday Night Live featuring Dan Aykroyd as Julia Child, go relive those very humorous moments! And yes, if you are wondering, I will be tying my apron strings on and attempting Julia's recipe for Beef Bourguignon!

GLADYS

My husband frequently asks how do I tell the girls apart. Well, there are the obvious characteristics. Size, temperament, breed, sex, (well we're still on the fence about that one) and feathers.Well, one feather that is. Gladys is the Barred Rock with one rogue feather. With all this humid weather we are experiencing her tail feathers have taken on a mind of their own. I reassure her she's starting a fashion trend and to ignore all that snickering that goes on in the hen house. And besides her daddy knows her name.!

MORNING SURPRISE

This morning I discovered a lone poppy growing in my vegetable garden. A gift from mother nature or perhaps a feathered friend.

Winslow Homer

Here is my handsome boy Winslow-Homer, newly "fresh" from an at home "spa treatment". Winslow is a Cairn Terrier and believes he is a big dog in a little dog's body. He has a mind of his own and grooming is not always a positive experience. (Winslow is "the" dog that has the red check mark by his name, earned for his naughty behavior at the groomers.). So now, instead of stressing about his behavior, I do it myself. Today I pulled the garden hose out to warm in the sun, brushed out his puckers, gave him a haircut and bathed him. Once dry, a second brushing. "Oh Winslow not only do you look good, but smell like" lavender in summertime". How short lived that was. I had no more put things away when I discovered he was covered in puckers once again. Those nasty little green things that stick like glue.

And of course to top it off he just had to roll in chicken poop. I think Gladys and the girls were secretly laughing at me.

Winslow it's time out for you! (Boy,I haven't said that in a while)

Just wait till your daddy gets home!

HAZY HOT AND HUMID

It certainly felt like a typical New England summer day, hazy hot and humid. But, there is a change a coming. This evening while watching the local news, the weatherman informed us our day's are getting shorter. That would be one hour and thirty-nine minutes shorter. It's true my friends autumn is creeping upon us!

OLD STURBRIDGE VILLAGE

I love old houses, there is a certain feeling you experience when walking through. I love the creaking sound of the old wide pine floors- the bubbles in the panes of the old glass windows- and if you're fortunate, to learn the history of the house and it former owner's. This white washed saltbox with a simple white picket fence is just charming. I would plant cosmos, phlox, nasturtiums and roses in the front yard.

A Gambrel roofed cape shingled with pine shakes. An old fashioned rose climbing the front arbor.

I would love to have this style of fence enclosing my field's. I can imagine sheep dotting the scenery.

And this for my means of transportation. I would store plenty of apples and carrots in my larder.

And to enjoy the ability to sit and work in garden while the world passed by.

RACHEL CARSON NATIONAL REFUGE WALKWAY

An early morning walk is a single blessing for the whole day~Henry David Thoreau

MY INNER VOICE

The day began with glorious sunshine, well earned if I must say so. I greeted the girl's, "top of the morning to you ladies" and was just about to release them for the day, when I had this feeling or as I refer to it "my inner voice" telling me "NO, DON'T DO IT" So, I offered them strawberries instead. I went about my morning working in my gardens and happened to notice three momma turkeys with their twelve babies enjoying their morning stroll. They proceeded to walk through the yard by the coop. My girls stood completely still and did not make a peep. The turkeys gave them the once over and then made their way into the woods. I thought nothing more. Till all of a sudden I heard this horrendous screeching, like a cat fight only with "gobbling" thrown in. I grabbed the closest tool I had, and ran towards the noise. Yup, thats right a fox- the same very LARGE fox that I had encountered at the end of my driveway- the same fox that was under my bedroom window "howling" last night. This fox had killed three of the baby turkeys. That being bad enough, the sound of the momma turkey calling out to her babies was heart wrenching. So, this evening while visiting with family from Oregon, I asked my nephew to please see what Winslow Homer was barking at, Winslow can lose control over a mosquito. Geoff ran back in and said "there is a HUGE fox out there". Now, Winslow has been known to venture into woodchuck holes and shall we say have a little "go around". I thought great, all I need is to deal with Winslow and a HUGE fox. But, as I type this Winslow has been rounded up, puckers and all. My girls are locked up tight for the night, and that very LARGE fox is lurking out there somewhere in the dark. Gladys and the girls will not be free ranging anytime soon, that is, till I get the key to my son's gun cabinet. Watch out Mr. VERY LARGE fox this is war!!!!!!!!!!!! Tristan, I need the key to your gun cabinet!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Happy Birthday DadAge is just a number, mine remains unlisted!

MISTER or MISS?

Okay, here are Pip and Pearl, my Ameraucana's: Pip on the left and Pearl on the right. Here's the thing. My friend Becky came for a visit last week to see my "girls" ( she is from a fourth generation farming family) and these words came out of her mouth, "oh I see you have a ROOSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " as she pointed towards Pearl. "See those tail feather's- those belong to a ROOSTER". Oh, Lordy. Becky spoke the words I have been dreading, but dared not utter. Please don't misunderstand- I have nothing against roosters, I just don't want one. This is a girls only club, no boys allowed!

Now, I'm still not 100% sure. Pearl has not made a "crowing" sound, has not picked on anyone, but there is something about those tail feathers that has me worried. Pearl's tail feathers appear more erect and fan like than Pip's. So, all you wonderful chicken keeper's out there, got any advice? I have a feeling I'm going to need it!

ISLAND BOUND

My Bean bag is packed and I'm off to the island, see you later in the week. My DH is on "chook" duty. Say a prayer, Amen.

THE COG RAILWAY

The Mt. Washington Railway uses 7 steam locomotives and 2 that run on bio-diesel, one new this year. The train departs from the western side of the mountain and is a six mile ride up. On a clear day you can see for miles. Hold on, though, it feels like you're going straight up!!

July 3, 1869 Old Peppersass became the first cog-driven train to climb Mt. Washington. Nowadays it takes 1,000 gallons of water and 1 ton of coal to make the trip with one of the steam locomotives. At no time are the locomotive and passenger coach coupled to each other. The locomotive pushes the car up the track and remains in the same position for the trip down. On the way down, one of the crew mans the passenger coach brake to assist in keeping control. It's a great ride, surely one of a kind! Here's a shortcut to the Cog's website. Enjoy:

http://www.thecog.com/

THE GRANITE STATE

When it's a beautiful sunny day and your husband is on call, ( no, not a physician ) you take advantage of the situation and head out to the great outdoors. For us it was a day spent on Mt. Washington, located in New Hampshire. Mt. Washington is the highest peak in the Northeastern United States, with an elevation of 6,288 feet above sea level. Mt. Washington holds the all-time surface wind speed record of 231 miles per hour dated April 10th 1934. We drove to the summit which is 8 miles of winding twists and turns. ( not for the faint of heart ) The air temperature was 54 degrees perfect for hiking numerous trails and enjoying a picnic.

Yup, you guessed it those are train tracks. Also pictured is the auto road and hiking trails.

Another means of travel to the mountain is by Cog Railway. More to come on that tomorrow!

THE EVENING SKY

There are subtle signs of fall approaching. The days are becoming shorter, the night sky with a hint of pink. Leaves are starting to change and crickets are taking on their evening song.

THE FLUME

Saturday we woke to a lovely sunny summer day and opted to forgo chores and take a field trip. We headed to Franconia Notch, New Hampshire home of the Flume. The Flume is a natural gorge extending 800 feet at the base of Mt. Liberty. The walls of granite rise 70 to 90 feet and range 12 to 20 feet apart. Every year hundreds of feet of the Flume's pathway is removed due to large amounts of ice build up on the walls of the flume gorge. Ice can become 3 to 4 feet thick and rise up to 80 feet on the walls. The pathway is rebuilt every spring to enable visitors to walk this lovely trail. The hike was 2 miles, lots of spots for photo opts, and the mist of the flume keeping you cool along the way.

Yes, thats me in the black shirt, see my hair is gone!

Honey, take the darn picture we're holding up traffic!

What a beautiful day, um honey, did you close the coop door?

EVENING STROLL

Ali from Henbogle left a comment on the blog I wrote in regards to letting my girl's out for the first time. It seems her little" ladies" decided to pack their purses and head to the local post office. That got me to thinking, goodness, I hope Gladys doesn't get any ideas, like maybe "the grass being greener on the other side." Gladys, oh Gladys I have blueberries! Your favorite. (A little bribery can go a long way.)

A LESSON ON CHICKENS

I am not a fan of physicians, okay I said it. God knows I have seen my fair share and I am truly grateful for their care and knowledge, but it's something about their bedside manner that just doesn't sit well with me. That being said, I had a followup appointment with my Primary Care doctor yesterday. She jumped right into the subject of the big "M" as in "menopause" and being an "empty nester." I guess she feels the two go hand in hand. Oh, I say I'm not an empty nester, I have ten "chooks" residing with me. Chooks, what are chooks she asks. Hen's I say. What do you do with all the eggs? Oh, no eggs as of yet, my girl's are still to young. Isn't having a rooster rather noisy, no rooster I say, just girls. No rooster, how do you get eggs? Did I just hear that correctly. Well lookie here, I am going to teach the good doctor something today. I explained no rooster was involved in egg production however, if you desired chicks the process of rooster fertilization,with the end result being a chick. The look on her face, priceless! The look on mine, pure satisfaction! I informed her on my next visit I would bring her a dozen eggs. I'm no fool, I do need to remain in good standing with my doctor. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she opens the carton and sees the range of egg colors. I just hope Pip and Pearl come through for me!

FREEDOM

The girl's called a "pow wow" last night. Gladys led the discussion and presented their grievance. Hum, I thought what could this be about? Living conditions? menu? nope. No complaints on the "home front." The girls really appreciate the new additions to their menu; fresh organic lettuce, tomatoes and blueberries. No complaints about the housing conditions, I was informed how much they enjoy "fluffing" in the fresh pine chips. However, it appears after their accidental act of freedom last weekend they would really appreciate a little more time on the" loose." So, this afternoon I opened the coop door and watched the girls march one by one to outer freedom. They looked, listened, grazed and then the wind blew. It was all over, they all marched back to the safety of their coop. I think I heard a sign of relief, oh right, that was me!

"CHOOKS ON THE LOOSE"

Hon, will you let the girls out? Those were the first words of the morning to my husband, it was around 7:00 AM and he was off to purchase his morning newspaper. My feet touched the floor about 7:45AM came downstairs had my orange juice and looked out the window expecting to see the girl's- no girls. I thought it strange, but it had rained the previous day and night, I figured they were not wanting to get their feet wet. 8:30 AM still no appearance from the girl's, I say to my husband, somethings not right. Out the door I go, as I get closer to the coop I realize the pen door is open. Okay, maybe they are still on their roost, please still be on the roost. No such luck. Honey, the girl's are gone, gone as in flown the coop. The first thought that entered my mind was, okay Winslow has been in the yard since coming home with DH, we heard no barking. Winslow barks at everything. Good sign. No feathers in his mouth, no feathers in the yard. Another good sign. Then I thought about the very large fox that trotted up our driveway the day before. Bad sign. Could one or some of my girl's been this morning's breakfast. I scan the yard, look up in the tree's, and then call out "Gladys", "girls", "Gladys". To my amazement here they come. One by one they trot out from the woods behind their coop. Oh happy day, all ten with feathers intact. In the pen they go, pen door closes, I double check feathers and toes, we both breathe a sign of relief. That was enough stress for one day. And I thought we were empty nesters!

VACATIONLAND

Today was a picture perfect day here in Maine. My husband and I took advantage of the weather and drove up the coast to a small town called New Harbor. It is home to Shaw's wharf where they serve local seafood. My DH had to have his clam fix and has always been pleased with the food here. I was quite happy with my Strawberry Poppy seed Salad from Panera Breads. Shaw's wharf is also the location where scene's from the movie Message In A Bottle, starring Kevin Costner and Robyn Wright Penn were filmed. The sun was shining, the fragrance of salt water in the air, scenery breath taking, all I can say, Maine The Way Life Should Be!