More pictures of the Blaine house are here, including the pool table where the Governor says the Commissioners lose their pay to him, some silver, some teapots (in the pantry I would love to have-the pantry that is), some of the rooms, some other pics of us (including a goofy one I took of the two of us that may end up on an xmas card), and a mysterious wooden urn (there were two, I looked inside, nothing but a shelf with slats…what are these for? they sat on either side of the silver).
More pics of the walk here.
And I read this today in Northern Woodlands, the Autumn 07 issue in an article about identifying hawks…
…Incidentally, if you come upon a vocalizing goshawk, a hasty retreat is your best bet. These birds are aggressive and fearless, and no one who has innocently happened upon a nest tree will doubt the possible veracity of several stories out of the older ornithological literature. In rural Connecticut, for example, a detremined goshawk sprinted through an open door into a kitchen in hot pursuit of a terrified chicken, which it promptly tackled, ignoring the presence of two people. In a similar situation in Maine, a squawking fowl dove for cover up under its owner’s long calico skirt, followed instantly by the talons-forward goshawk. Can you even begin to imagine the kind of brisk entertainment that followed?
I’m going to have to look around for some of these stories about goshawks, as well as my eyes peeled to see one!