Our white deer and a fawn

Eastport, as you may have gleaned from this blog, can be overrun with deer. They do make gardening a challenge.

The encounters become more lively when mention of an albino deer arises. We’re discovering that Moose Island, where we live, has had a series of white deer, including fawns with the gene.

For the record, they’re probably not albino but leucistic, and as I saw in this case, mostly pink. Defining piebald has its own set of technicalities.

This encounter was on a Sunday morning while I was heading out of town on my way to Quaker Meeting for worship. I passed what I thought was lawn decoration and then realized it wasn’t. When I whipped back, this was the best I could capture before lowering the car’s window, and by then they had slipped behind the house. Wily critters they can be.

The deer in question, by the way, is on the right in the photo.

Burger loaded

Confession. I rarely eat hamburger. Maybe it’s a vestige of my stretches of being vegetarian or even the tasteless rock-hard patties we had when growing up. If I eat beef, give me a thick medium-rare steak or juicy roast, at least.

But once or twice a year, I’ll definitely go for something like this. Especially while traveling.

‘This is not New York’

was so surprised
in rush between breakfast
and boarding the Peapod for shore trip
to find in my pillbox this wasn’t Tuesday but Wednesday

when did I lose a day?

On Isle au Haut pier

I salute the shopkeeper for thanking
Justice Roberts for Obamacare
and explaining to him
why it was so important to her

to us