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Columbia Falls, Maine Town, Travel & Tourist Information
Columbia Falls was once a large shipbuilding and lumbering center and several large homes still remain today as testimony to their success. Now this towns economy has shifted to agriculture. The processing of clams and locally grown blueberries sustains the village.
Columbia Falls got its town name from [...]

T.U.Fundraiser Dinner

Question: How come they never serve fish at a fishing club dinner?
But before I answer, some notes and gossip from last night's Trout Unlimited fundraiser for the Squan-a-tissit chapter:

G.P. won the kayak — again! He won it last year. Now, could he just transfer that luck to the rest of his life?
Juro Mukai was the [...]

Okay, birdie fans

Here’s the site for us — WhatBird.com. Remember how I was searching about for the woodcock’s call (BTW, it’s also known as a timberdoodle, for all you pinkletinks out there)? The one on this site is great, and gets in the wing noises too. Plus great illustrations to please ultra-picky “you can’t identify anything from [...]

Lane’s Cove — Lives!

Well I was wrong about my neighbor’s blog…it’s quite active (see Lane’s Cove in the blogroll too). It’s Lane’s Cove that’s a little quiescent this time of year. But in order to catch every sea roll and lobster boat, he’s got a Lane’s Cove webcam, which comes in might handy for those long days at work [...]

Of Frogs

We got the woodcocks at dawn and dusk. And we’ve heard the song sparrows and redwing blackbirds. But the only surefire way I know that winter’s gone is the return of the peepers:

(more swell froggie pics)
These itty-bitty guys inhabit the quarries all around us, and the last couple of years they’ve moved into the pond-to-be [...]

Mo’ Woodcock

This is much better on woodcock noises:
http://www.math.sunysb.edu/~tony/birds/shorebirds.html
Scroll down to the woodcock section — bleep… bleep.

We’re a Singing Ground

That’s what we are — to the American Woodcock. We can hear them out in the driveway and the field behind the barn just at dawn and dusk doing their oddball squatty dance and go “bleep….bleep…bleep.” Apparently, that drives girl woodcocks wild. Where all that goes on is called their “singing ground.”
 Read about ‘em: http://www.ruffedgrousesociety.org/woodcock_facts.asp
 
Or [...]

Neighbors

Ah, neighbors. Some day I shall write the history of the house across the street. Well, not the full history — just the hellish version with the absentee-landlord, alcoholic tenant, parole-busting buddies, fighting cock owners we got to know so well last year. It’s over. Now the renovation starts. Ever wonder what 15 or so [...]

Oh, my aching back

So, Husbando and I decide to go on vaction. To, yes, Argentina.  This is all due to Husbando’s sudden infatuation with tango. Thing is, neither of us has an updated passport. So we decided to do Argentina in Boston. We even found an Argetinian restaurant to try in Arlington before we go to some milongas [...]