On July 16, 2016, Marion Hoar, Riva Hawkes, John Stevens and Barbara Pelletier were volunteers at the Upper Room in Sherman from 10 a.m. until 2 p.m.
Business was a bit slow at first, but it soon picked up and many bags of clothes were packed to be worn by the many who had carefully selected just what they wanted. Some little children came with their mothers and they had their choice of toys to take home from a large box filled with an assortment of toys — anything that took their fancy.
Also on July 16, the Island Falls VFW held their monthly dinner, this month featuring ham and chicken and, of course, veggies and salads and homemade desserts. Chef Gray Hawk, assisted by volunteers, always does a great job and the many who attended will be looking forward to the next month.
Tom Hawke of Bangor, and grandsons, Alec and Shane of Atlanta, Ga., have visited recently with Riva for several hours before driving to Patten. They visited with relatives there before driving back to Bangor and then, the next day, returned to their home in Atlanta. They hadn’t been to Maine in several years and enjoyed the cool weather we had while they were here, and also had a great time putting together two new bird feeders and hanging them in the cedar tree for me and hoping they will attract all the birds I have been feeding.
I am happy to say that my feathered friends are now used to the new feeders, but still go to the old ones when I put the sunflower seeds out. The biggest new feeder is supposed to be squirrel free, and so far, the big gray ones cannot get at it so they are quite frustrated. I watched one the other day and all he could do was sit on the branch, look at the feeder and wonder how he was going to get at the sunflower seeds.
The small birds are very happy now — they don’t have the squirrels to keep them away from the feeders.
I was very surprised one day last week when I happened to glance out my bedroom window about 7 p.m. and there were two deer grazing out between the house and the barn. They were there quite awhile before they wandered off toward the nearby woods.
Still no fawns seen, and by now they must be quite big with the spots gone from their fur. I keep looking out back and hoping to see some activity, though.
