Into December

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image squirrel

As we start December, we have a President de-elect and a President-elect, an international pandemic virus, and many squirrels looking for nuts (there are at least 73 million [“nuts,” that is] according to the latest Presidential election).

Speaking of nuts, our local forests have been rejuvenated by a couple major rainstorms which has resulted in full streams; these same waterways were bone dry during the summer.

We are hunkered down and minimizing contact with other humans. While Maine has been mostly under control, China-virus-wise, the superspread of pandemic stupidity is becoming more visible [It has been reported that some Maine hospital nurses are complaining about being required to get Flu shots – not CoVid Virus vaccine shots, basic Flu vaccine shots]. There are alot of nuts out there. Explains alot.

The buck stops here

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image buck at night

Generally, every patrol out into the back woods results in a deer siting. Typically at least one doe or, more frequently, a couple of does or juveniles are spotted. Sometimes my patrol companion will detect their presence first, but not always. In many cases, the evidence of their passing is all that is available.

Of course, the last few years have seen the deer coming through the front yard in later Spring, stopping to munch on our hostas.

It is much more unusual to see a stag. They are usually alone and much more sensitive to their surroundings. This image is from our game-camera about a hundred yards behind the house, at 1:32am.