On Saturday, Feb. 21, Marion Hoar, Riva, Shelly Stevens and Barbara Pelletier were volunteers at the Upper Room in Sherman from 10 a.m.-2 p.m. It was a fairly quiet day, but a few of the regulars came in and we enjoyed a chat with the nice young man from Mt. Chase, who always takes his good old time selecting what he wants and needs and then treks back to Mt. Chase with his bounty.
The weather has been so frigid for the past two months that a lot of good, warm clothing has been needed. There is still a large variety of winter jackets, sweaters, etc., available and all at a low cost.
Charmin (Hoar) Ball, former resident of Island Falls, has returned home to Aurora, Colo., after spending a week with her son, Ben Drew, in Houlton and also visiting with Marion Hoar here in Island Falls. She also attended the basketball tournament in Bangor, where her grandson, Jacob (Jake) Drew, played for Houlton
A friend had given me a wire suet hanger to hang out on my cedar tree for the birds, and I finally did just that the other day, filled with nutty suet. Unfortunately, the birds did not seem to like this new treat and ignored it completely. They just flew around pecking at the limbs that had held my peanut butter/lard mixture, no doubt wondering where the good stuff was.
Finally, in desperation, a woodpecker tried the suet and ate a bit, then a chickadee tried it, but it wasn’t for long. I finally gave in and took out some of my own mixture and the birds went into a frenzy when they saw it. Before you knew it, all the mixture was gone. I have left the suet hanger there just the same and occasionally a bird will eat some, but it’s my own mixture they prefer and I am once again busy making it for my feathered friends every other day.
Still have two to four deer arriving every evening for their daily treat. I have to have it out there by at least 5 p.m as the crows will get it all if I put it out earlier. I hardly ever see the deer now as it is quite dark when they arrive, but when I check about 6:30 or 7 p.m., the food is gone and their hoof prints are all over the yard.
One day last week I watched while three of them were making a trail from the woods to my yard and they were walking in snow up to their chests. The smallest deer was the tail end, and he just went easily in the trail the two others had made, although it still came up to his chest.
