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“Sing Away the Oil Man Blues”
Hootenanny In Cabot
This Friday evening, June 20th at 7PM, the Cabot United Church will hold the first of its free community “Sing Away the Oil Man Blues” fundraising concerts. This week’s musicians include Sue Carpenter and Friends, and their wonderful mix of folk songs of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s,
also local artist and guitarist Ken Klingler on the 12-string guitar.
The Concert is free, but donations to the church oil fund are appreciated.
Refreshments follow and all are welcome.
The Cabot United Church is located on the Common on Route 215 in Cabot Village.
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We have been visited by deer today. Early this morning Fred spotted one on the
back lawn. It was still quite dark so I've had to fiddle with the exposure in order to see the images, and that always destroys some of the integrity of the photo - but I thought I'd post this one anyway. Click to make it larger.
This afternoon, as I was busy at my computer, something caught my eye out by the woodpile, and there was a beautiful big doe and what looked like a day-old fawn with her. The baby was not much bigger than our cat, Woody. It just happened that Woody was outside, apparently approaching the back yard out of my line of vision. I called to Fred and he went to try for a picture. Just as he went into the garage to get a better vantage point, the doe rushed towards the garage. Then Woody came streaking past the window and disappeared into the woodpile. The fawn was invisible in the grass. Had it not been that Fred was coming out of the garage just then I have no doubt the doe would have chased after the cat. When she saw Fred, she quickly returned to her fawn, all the while keeping an eye on him and the cat who was now
meowing loudly and running to Fred for protection. The big mama deer watched, but she didn't seem to be alarmed - she just didn't want that big cat around her little one. She calmly led the little guy into the bushes at the edge of the lawn. Woody took refuge behind Fred and didn't need to be coaxed to come into the house.
Fred realized too late he hadn't changed the setting on the camera from his morning "shoot" so I had to doctor the afternoon shots, too, but I think you can make out the image pretty well.
I guess mothers are alike, whether human or animals, and have great courage in the face of danger to their young. I hope we see this pair again so we can watch the fawn grow up. We usually have one or two to watch each year. They eat our hostas in the spring and our apples in the fall, and in between munch on the grass or our young maple trees all summer. We don't even try to have a vegetable garden - even close to the house they manage to find it. But we love to watch them, especially the youn'uns romping through our yard.
We walked down Sandy Beach Road today to see if the cormorants were roosting on Pearl's Island, but there was no sign of them. Carol Byrd said they saw a bald eagle this morning, though. There are also a couple duck families hanging out at their place. We walked out onto the dock at the Sayers cottage and one of the ducklings swam over to us. They are awfully cute, and it's hard to resist feeding them, but not a good idea, especially later in the fall when they should be heading off with the flock.
I thought you might like to see the lupines by our driveway. They are especially pretty this year. Eventually I want to have a border along the road. Right now there is a blank
space in between two really nice clumps of them, so I'll be working on getting that filled in. I picked some about a week ago that were near the house, but they don't last long after they are picked. They are nicer left outside. I have lots of white peonies blooming, but my pink ones are not quite ready yet.
This is such a nice time of year - everything is lush and green and flourishing with the cool weather and daily rain showers. Every now and then when we were walking this afternoon we noticed how nice the air smells. Various fragrances, depending on where we were - flowers, newly mowed grass, new growth on the spruce trees - and then as we were coming up the hill, a faint smell of the farm high on the hill above our house. I guess they were stirring the manure pit . . . to a farm girl like myself, even that was not unpleasant. Brings back lots of memories . . . but for another time.
back lawn. It was still quite dark so I've had to fiddle with the exposure in order to see the images, and that always destroys some of the integrity of the photo - but I thought I'd post this one anyway. Click to make it larger.This afternoon, as I was busy at my computer, something caught my eye out by the woodpile, and there was a beautiful big doe and what looked like a day-old fawn with her. The baby was not much bigger than our cat, Woody. It just happened that Woody was outside, apparently approaching the back yard out of my line of vision. I called to Fred and he went to try for a picture. Just as he went into the garage to get a better vantage point, the doe rushed towards the garage. Then Woody came streaking past the window and disappeared into the woodpile. The fawn was invisible in the grass. Had it not been that Fred was coming out of the garage just then I have no doubt the doe would have chased after the cat. When she saw Fred, she quickly returned to her fawn, all the while keeping an eye on him and the cat who was now
meowing loudly and running to Fred for protection. The big mama deer watched, but she didn't seem to be alarmed - she just didn't want that big cat around her little one. She calmly led the little guy into the bushes at the edge of the lawn. Woody took refuge behind Fred and didn't need to be coaxed to come into the house.Fred realized too late he hadn't changed the setting on the camera from his morning "shoot" so I had to doctor the afternoon shots, too, but I think you can make out the image pretty well.
I guess mothers are alike, whether human or animals, and have great courage in the face of danger to their young. I hope we see this pair again so we can watch the fawn grow up. We usually have one or two to watch each year. They eat our hostas in the spring and our apples in the fall, and in between munch on the grass or our young maple trees all summer. We don't even try to have a vegetable garden - even close to the house they manage to find it. But we love to watch them, especially the youn'uns romping through our yard.
We walked down Sandy Beach Road today to see if the cormorants were roosting on Pearl's Island, but there was no sign of them. Carol Byrd said they saw a bald eagle this morning, though. There are also a couple duck families hanging out at their place. We walked out onto the dock at the Sayers cottage and one of the ducklings swam over to us. They are awfully cute, and it's hard to resist feeding them, but not a good idea, especially later in the fall when they should be heading off with the flock.
I thought you might like to see the lupines by our driveway. They are especially pretty this year. Eventually I want to have a border along the road. Right now there is a blank
space in between two really nice clumps of them, so I'll be working on getting that filled in. I picked some about a week ago that were near the house, but they don't last long after they are picked. They are nicer left outside. I have lots of white peonies blooming, but my pink ones are not quite ready yet. This is such a nice time of year - everything is lush and green and flourishing with the cool weather and daily rain showers. Every now and then when we were walking this afternoon we noticed how nice the air smells. Various fragrances, depending on where we were - flowers, newly mowed grass, new growth on the spruce trees - and then as we were coming up the hill, a faint smell of the farm high on the hill above our house. I guess they were stirring the manure pit . . . to a farm girl like myself, even that was not unpleasant. Brings back lots of memories . . . but for another time.
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