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March 28, 2006

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 William and Noah Mitchell who named it in honor of Christopher Columbus.


Columbia Falls, ME Population: 501


County: Washington

Well, make that 500. A good friend of Husbando's died over the weekend — actually a friend of his family. Owner of a gigantic blueberry farm, and on that farm he had a hunting camp dubbed El Meadow, which Husbando's uncle started going to after the war. Uncle Tot, age 89, still loves to go there to hunt; Husbando goes to paint each fall when the blueberry barrens turn Day-Glo shades of orange and pink and red. Surreal. As a painting buddy said, "If you painted it like that, no one would believe it." (This painting by James Linehan kind of captures it, as does this show from the Wyman's site, the area's largest producer.) So, what's to become of the blueberry farm? And of El Meadow? Stay tuned, I guess. R.I.P., Gary.

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T.U.Fundraiser Dinner

March 26, 2006

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 speaker — nice guy, but his presentation seemed a bit high-tech for this bunch (maybe this is why). He did tout the benefits of spey rod fishing, especially for surf-casting so you don't get the waves in your face and you can cast longer. That sold me. Husbando and I bid on and won a spey-casting lesson from Juro.Happy Guests
  • Russ and Kathy's Christopher is a stunning 12-year-old now and never lost his red hair.
  • A fellow named John from Gloucester said he recently attended a lecture at the Peabody Essex Museum by the Cornell guy who claims to have found the ivory-billed woodpecker.
  • We won Russ & Kathy's Notmuchofah Farm's Maple Syrup basket — boy, the real thing tastes a billion times lighter and cleaner than the commercial stuff. I'm never going back.

Husbando's the cook — spaghetti and great sauce. This year, the garlic bread was cut through to perfection. But all good things come to an end (with a messy kitchen):

TU Dinner Cleanup

So, how come they never have fish? 'Cause it's catch-and-release. These guys never have fish.

Happy Birthday, Michael.

Okay, birdie fans

March 22, 2006

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 a photograph” Husbando.

Lane’s Cove — Lives!

March 19, 2006

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 when I can’t see the sea myself.

Of Frogs

March 19, 2006

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:

Peeper

(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 on our property, about 30 feet from the bedroom window. These froggies are tiny — about 3/4 of an inch (described as coin-sized). But they can be really loud. Especially one horny guy who sounds like the smoke alarm going off. He takes getting used to. (Easier to take than the screech owl that moved to the tree outside our friends’ house and at 4AM sounded like a small child being murdered.)

Small, eh?Cute or what?

Vernal pools are a big deal on Cape Ann. If we don’t miss it again this year, we’ll be out during the first warm rainy night in late March (tho probably not this week) or early April looking for creepy crawlies — like the spotted salamander:

Mr. Salamander

Okay, kinda slimy looking, but they eat mosquitoes. And anything that eats mosquitoes is all right by me.

 

 

Mo’ Woodcock

March 13, 2006

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

March 13, 2006

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

 Mr. Woodcock

Or see more picture of ’em (where this one came from):

http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/id/framlst/i2280id.html

 and click on the “song”.

Weird. Guess god had a bad bird day.