Bear Attacks in Old Orchard Beach, Maine

You know, it was about 5 years ago when I first told Old Orchard Beach police that there was a bear in our yard, but because I didn’t have pictures, they just laughed and said there was no bear in Old Orchard Beach. Yes, tell that to the bear that routinely makes her weekly visits to our brook for a drink. Or tell that to the “bear tree” that marks her territory some 100 feet behind The GoldenEagle. Tell that to my terrified hens, who refuse to lay eggs after the bear has been by. But, who am I too know a bear, I only grew up in the Ross Forest, on land settled by Thomas Rogers (my ancestor and founder of this town) , making friends with every wild animal out there: from the bobcats to the coyotes, both of which btw the way the police also told me did not live in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Uhm-huh. I believe you, I’ll just go on seeing these animals in my yard and keeping my pets under lock and key, and I’m NOT cutting a hole in my wall to allow the cats to roam free in bear, coyote, and bobcat country no matter how bitchy they get.

But why am I telling you this. Well, for those of you in Maine, you already know, but for those of you not in Maine, well us Maine folks awoke this morning to the news reports announcing: BEAR ATTACKS IN OLD ORCHARD BEACH! My question is what’s with all the exclamation points? So those bear that no one believes visit my back yard every week are now attacking the neighbors? So what. Took five years and an attack on humans before the police would believe me? Oh yeah, they believe me now…. they’re out there hauling around big bear traps behind the police van. My question: why didn’t you do that five years ago, before you got yourself a whole herd of bears. Five years ago, you only had a pair of bears out there, now; there have been about 2 cubs each year since. There isn’t just one bear in Old Orchard Beach anymore, there’s about 10 bear, at least there are about 10 bear that I know of, who knows how many I haven’t seen yet.

Why are the bear attacking? Why now? Do you really have to ask? King Realty just cut down some 50 acres of forest on the Ross Rd. Not one, but three new sub-divisions just started up on Portland Ave. We’re talking close to 200 acres of Ross Forest that no longer exists. What would you do if a bunch of big yellow rigs came in and decimated your home? Wouldn’t you attack the people who did it? I know I would. Why did those idiots think it’s unusual that the bear are “out to get them”? They cut down the forest, they build a house on the bear’s home, and than they wonder why a bear is sitting on their front porch? How stupid can you get?

I saw, take down the bear traps, and let the bear stay. To the people moving in: You’ve seen Maine, leave us in peace and go home. Keep Maine green: shoot a developer.

Lots of love to the bears, and lots of hate to the Town officials of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, from Wendy C. Allen; here’s to hoping the next attack the bears make is on the town hall.

About Me or Who is EelKat REALLY?

Captain John Smith, sent 2 of his ship mates, Rogers and Goggins, ashore to the newly discovered Mainland. This land was given to them in 1657, by the King of England, at that time it was at total of about 3,000 acres of rose bushes, dense pine forest, wilf grapes, and wild apple orchards. As the years went by the Rogers and Googins families divided the land among their children, who in turn divided it among their children, and so on and so on, for the next 200 years. In the late 1800’s the original 3,000 acres had been divided among descendants of the Rogers and Googins families so many times, that this tiny spot of land was now populated enough to become a township. In 1898 a mile long Pier was built out from the land across the ocean, and the land was named The Town of the Old Orchard.

In the years since, raging hurricanes ripped off the end of the Pier, leaving behind, only the small section of it which still stands today. And 2 massive fires wiped out nearly all of the very old buildings, including the original Palace Playland, a one time Victorian Amusment Park, that today is only a few rides off the side of the Town Square. As time passed the town grew ever larger as non-family members moved into the new town, including the Rickers of Poland Spring, and the Allens of Portland. As more out-siders moved in, the farmers of the Rogers and Googins families, grew more and more frustrated with the city folks and tourists that they felt were ruining the name of Old Orchard, and the farmers packed their things and left. Today, only one plot of land still remains in the original Rogers family, the descendants of the very first white man to live in Old Orchard…Thomas Rogers, the sailor from Capt. John Smith’s ship…and that family is my family. Three of the giant ancient pines that stood here in the 1600’s are still standing in our yard today, and along side one of those pines, grows a very ancient 13′ tall white rose bush, that once belonged to my great-grandmother and is known to be at least 100 years old, possibly several hundred years old.

My name is Wendy Christine Allen, I was born in Biddeford, Maine on August 13, 1975. I was raised on a poultry farm in Old Orchard right along side it’s famous Old Orchard Beach. Today the family farm is run as a sanctuary for chickens, sort of a safe house~retirement home for old hens and roosters, that would otherwise have been slaughtered. Everything from cats and dogs, to fish and eels, to cowatii and woodpeckers, to horses and turtles have found refuge here. I am known by many as the local protector of animals.

This Post copyright Wendy C. Allen 2007. EelKat

About Me or Who is EelKat REALLY?

Captain John Smith, sent 2 of his ship mates, Rogers and Goggins, ashore to the newly discovered Mainland. This land was given to them in 1657, by the King of England, at that time it was at total of about 3,000 acres of rose bushes, dense pine forest, wilf grapes, and wild apple orchards. As the years went by the Rogers and Googins families divided the land among their children, who in turn divided it among their children, and so on and so on, for the next 200 years. In the late 1800’s the original 3,000 acres had been divided among descendants of the Rogers and Googins families so many times, that this tiny spot of land was now populated enough to become a township. In 1898 a mile long Pier was built out from the land across the ocean, and the land was named The Town of the Old Orchard.

In the years since, raging hurricanes ripped off the end of the Pier, leaving behind, only the small section of it which still stands today. And 2 massive fires wiped out nearly all of the very old buildings, including the original Palace Playland, a one time Victorian Amusment Park, that today is only a few rides off the side of the Town Square. As time passed the town grew ever larger as non-family members moved into the new town, including the Rickers of Poland Spring, and the Allens of Portland. As more out-siders moved in, the farmers of the Rogers and Googins families, grew more and more frustrated with the city folks and tourists that they felt were ruining the name of Old Orchard, and the farmers packed their things and left. Today, only one plot of land still remains in the original Rogers family, the descendants of the very first white man to live in Old Orchard…Thomas Rogers, the sailor from Capt. John Smith’s ship…and that family is my family. Three of the giant ancient pines that stood here in the 1600’s are still standing in our yard today, and along side one of those pines, grows a very ancient 13′ tall white rose bush, that once belonged to my great-grandmother and is known to be at least 100 years old, possibly several hundred years old.

My name is Wendy Christine Allen, I was born in Biddeford, Maine on August 13, 1975. I was raised on a poultry farm in Old Orchard right along side it’s famous Old Orchard Beach. Today the family farm is run as a sanctuary for chickens, sort of a safe house~retirement home for old hens and roosters, that would otherwise have been slaughtered. Everything from cats and dogs, to fish and eels, to cowatii and woodpeckers, to horses and turtles have found refuge here. I am known by many as the local protector of animals.

This Post copyright Wendy C. Allen 2007. EelKat

About Me or Who is EelKat REALLY?

Captain John Smith, sent 2 of his ship mates, Rogers and Goggins, ashore to the newly discovered Mainland. This land was given to them in 1657, by the King of England, at that time it was at total of about 3,000 acres of rose bushes, dense pine forest, wilf grapes, and wild apple orchards. As the years went by the Rogers and Googins families divided the land among their children, who in turn divided it among their children, and so on and so on, for the next 200 years. In the late 1800’s the original 3,000 acres had been divided among descendants of the Rogers and Googins families so many times, that this tiny spot of land was now populated enough to become a township. In 1898 a mile long Pier was built out from the land across the ocean, and the land was named The Town of the Old Orchard.

In the years since, raging hurricanes ripped off the end of the Pier, leaving behind, only the small section of it which still stands today. And 2 massive fires wiped out nearly all of the very old buildings, including the original Palace Playland, a one time Victorian Amusment Park, that today is only a few rides off the side of the Town Square. As time passed the town grew ever larger as non-family members moved into the new town, including the Rickers of Poland Spring, and the Allens of Portland. As more out-siders moved in, the farmers of the Rogers and Googins families, grew more and more frustrated with the city folks and tourists that they felt were ruining the name of Old Orchard, and the farmers packed their things and left. Today, only one plot of land still remains in the original Rogers family, the descendants of the very first white man to live in Old Orchard…Thomas Rogers, the sailor from Capt. John Smith’s ship…and that family is my family. Three of the giant ancient pines that stood here in the 1600’s are still standing in our yard today, and along side one of those pines, grows a very ancient 13′ tall white rose bush, that once belonged to my great-grandmother and is known to be at least 100 years old, possibly several hundred years old.

My name is Wendy Christine Allen, I was born in Biddeford, Maine on August 13, 1975. I was raised on a poultry farm in Old Orchard right along side it’s famous Old Orchard Beach. Today the family farm is run as a sanctuary for chickens, sort of a safe house~retirement home for old hens and roosters, that would otherwise have been slaughtered. Everything from cats and dogs, to fish and eels, to cowatii and woodpeckers, to horses and turtles have found refuge here. I am known by many as the local protector of animals.

This Post copyright Wendy C. Allen 2007. EelKat

“Where do you come from?”

When people ask me that question I never know how to answer and usually I say something like this:

I was born in Maine, USA;

my dad’s grandfather was Cherokee; his other grandfather was the serveral greats grand son of Thomas Rodger, friend of Capt John Smith and founder of our town, settler of the land on which we still live)

my mom’s mother was Kickapoo;

my mom’s dad was Canadian; his mom was British (and her dad was Capt John Drake… several greats grandson of Sir Francis Drake the Dragon) and his dad was Scottish

I can go on like this tracing my ancestors all the way back to the 1300′s… several inter racial marriages one after the other for a period of 700 years… so what am I? A hell of a mixed up mess  born and raised in the mixed up state of Maine, living on land that has been in our family for more than 300 years… I just tell people I’m a Maine-iac and leave it at that.

~~EK

Submission Guidelines for Moonsnails

 

Basic Submissions Guidlines:

This is a quick overview of our basic guidelines. See our fully detailed guidelines for each seperate genre on our Submission Guidelines website.

Status:
Moonsnails is currently accepting submissions

Title:

Moonsnails Magazine

Magazine Format:(projected)

Quarterly: 6″ x 9″, 96 – 132 pages per issue;
60 lb bright white paper, B&W text; 10pt glossy laminated perfect bound full color cover

Circulation:

world-wide though print on demand

Contact Info:

Wendy C. Allen, editor-in-chief, twighlightmanor@yahoo.com

Submission Format:

Send in body of email, 12pt Courier or Times New Roman or Send at attachment .RTF 12pt Courier or Times New Roman.

Payment:

copies only at this time; buys one time rights, (the right to print story in one issue; author retains copyright)

responce time: 2 – 6 months

Needs:

Short stories up to 13,000 words.

Literary Genre fiction. Cross-gen OK.

Rarely uses poetry. Poetry used only if it can be considered a full-fledged story, complete with characters and plot. Never accepts free-verse.

Genres Accepted:

Sci-fi, Fantasy, Gothic Romance, and “mild” Horror

Sub-Genres and Cross-Genres Accepted:

Action, Adventure, Alien Invasion, Alien Realms, Alternative Histories, Amateur Detective, Americana, Ancient Civilizations, Animal Stories, Biographical Fiction, Christmas, Classic Literature, Colonial America, Cryptozology, Dark Fantasy, Dragon Tales, Easter, Ethnic Fiction, Espionage, Faerie Realms, Fairy Tales, Family Sagas, Fantasy, Folklore, Frontier Sagas, Furries, Futuristic, Ghost Stories, Gothic Romance, Halloween, Hard Science Fiction, Haunted Houses, High Fantasy, High Seas Adventure, Historical, Horror, Humor, Inspirational, Kung Fu, Literary, Mad Scientist Sci-Fi, Mermaid Tales, Military, Mystery, Murder Mystery, Paranormal, Pirate Tales, Psychological Thiller/Terror, Regional: Maine, Regional: Quebec, Romance, Science Fiction, Serials, Short-Shorts, Slueths, Space Fantasy, Space Travel, Spiritual, Sword & Sorcery, Supernatural, Suspence, Thiller, Time Travel, Twilight Zone style, UFO stories, Unicorn Tales, Utopian Realms, Victorian, War, Western, Wizard Tales, Young Adult.

Things Rejected:

Rejects all stories that contain:

abortion, animal abuse, child abuse, cutting, death glorification, depression, depressive self-pity, drinking, drugs, elder abuse, erotica, expose`, gore, hatred, hunting, politics, pornography, sex, smoking, swearing, suicide, vulgar verbology, and stories about “how my teenage years were crap”.

Stories must be family friendly and rated PG-13 or less

Poetry Needs:

We focus on short stories, thus rarely use poetry.

Sometimes accepts poetry, at best it’s only 4 poems per year, IF it tells a story and has strong characters. Same as fiction needs, seeks longer “epic length” story poems akin to Robert Browning’s Pied Piper of Hamlin, Edgar Allan Poe’s Raven or Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs & Ham. Prefers long rhyming poems with strong characters and a strong story plot.

Poetry Rejects:

Same as fiction rejects, plus: Does not accept free-verse poetry, haiku, short poems, poems without characters, poems without plots, meaningless ramblings, odes to…, poems without rhythem, or any other type of poem that does not tell a complete story from beginning to end.

Cover Art:

Usually done “in-house”, but well consider submissions of full-color photography or paintings, covering any genre. Always seeks beach and ocean themed photos or paintings. Do not send originals. Email files as atactment. Files must be compatible with MSWorks, MSPaint, or MSPublisher 97, .jpg files prefered. Note that we can not accept .tif files, our email treats them as a virus and deletes them. See fiction for needs & rejects list. Buys one time rights.

Art & Inside Illustration:

Usually uses spot illustrations and copyright-free/public domain illustration, but well consider submissions of B&W, pen & ink, line art only … no pencil, no shading, no grey-scale, no color, our printer well not accept them. All illustrations must be 4″ x 6″ or smaller and camera ready. Do not send originals. Email files as atactment. Files must be compatible with MSWorks, MSPaint, or MSPublisher 97, .jpg files prefered.  Note that we can not accept .tif files, our email treats them as a virus and deletes them. See fiction for needs & rejects list.

Advice:

Best advise: buy a copy of Brian Froud’s Faeries. Use it as though it were our Submissions Guidelines. Treat it as your Writer’s Bible. Use it to create believable fantasy characters. Never go anywhere without it. If you want to write for us than consider Brian Froud your new best friend, read everything he ever wrote. Study every painting he ever did. Watch every film he ever created. Watch the 2 movies written by Brian Froud: Dark Crystal and Labyrinth.

Read the Retief series by Keith Laumer and The Hitchhicker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. We like that kind of sci-fi best.

Watch Star Trek (the original series), Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, X-Files, and Tales From the Dark Side. Let them inspire you. If your story would make for a good episode on one of them, than we want to see it!

We like to see strong characters. Character driven stories. Well written plots. We like fantasy realms, dreamscapes, and alien planets. Creativity is always welcomed. Pirates are always good, we need more pirates. Always seeking stories about Mermaids, Sirens, Dragons, Unicorns, or other creatures of the Realm of Fay. We like to see characters that Brian Froud would have created.

Let your imagination run wild.

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Business Plans: Moonsnails Magazine: We’re Back!

In fall of 2005 Twighlight Manor Press announced that it was planning the release of a new magazine, which at that point was untitled and it‘s genre unknown. Our original idea was to keep it local; local writers, local sales, local flavor to the stories. Market research, however showed us that that would be a very unprofitable venture that would doom our magazine to failure before it’s fifth issue. We had to rethink out plan.

Over the next several weeks we threw around ideas and finally decided that the magazine would be a fiction “literary journal”. At first we planned on “all good fiction”, but than after studying the market, realized that this was virtually a bottomless pit, that would result in more manuscript submissions than our tiny staff of four would be able to handle.

Another thing we decided early on, was that, we wanted to stand out on bookstore shelves. Looking at other magazines sold at a local bookstore, Nonesuch Books in Saco, I discovered something. Rack upon rack of magazines, where all the same: 8×11” glossy and flimsy issues, that would not stand the test of time on a bookshelf, given them a shelf life of just 3 weeks. (This short shelf life was according to a study I found online.) According to that study, only a few magazines would be shelved and saved to be read again and again for several years. These magazines had good content and a sturdy binding. I went to Nonesuch Books looking for magazines with good content and study bindings, and was amazed at how few there actually were. In the end I found only three, out of the hundreds of magazines the shop had on the racks. By the end of this stage in our study we came to one conclusion: this magazine, was NOT going to be a 8×11” glossy; instead it would read like a book, with crisp white paper and a square bound “paperback” cover.

After some more market studies, we came to the conclusion that rather than focusing on fiction in general, we would instead use the same rule we use for writing: Write what you know. In our case it would translate into: Publish what you read. All four of us are sci-fi buffs. Sci-fi movies, sci-fi TV, sci-fi comics, sci-fi books… well it seemed only natural that we would thus choose sci-fi as the genre for the new magazine.

By January of 2006 we had a pretty good idea of what we wanted to do with the magazine. On Space Dock 13 (the website) we announced that the magazine was a defiant go, and we were planning it’s release later that year.

With our genre in mind, we set out the name our new magazine. After several weeks of debate, only one thing was agreed upon: that the magazine must have a sci-fi sounding name and that it should reflect our local home base, namely that we are on the world’s most beautiful beach: Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

In April 2006 we introduced the world to two new websites. The first was the message board for writers: A Writer’s Desk. It was our hope that through here we would find new talent seeking to be published in our magazine. A message board built entirely to promote the magazine, today it stands on it’s own and has no connection to the magazine at all.

Our second Website was of course the homepage for our magazine. We had finally decided on a name, and that name was: Moonsnails. After a walk to the beach that cold April, me and my three brothers returned home with tote bags filled with Old Orchard’s most beloved seashell: the Atlantic Moonsnail. Later that day, while sorting the shells on the lawn, it hit me: Moonsnails was the perfect name for our magazine, it kept the local flavor and it sounded sci-fi. Later that week Moonsnails homepage went online.

By the end of April 2006 we were getting quotes from various printers, both local and online. Announcement went out with the news that Moonsnails would see its public release in September of 2006. We were off and running, and than came May 9, 2006 and the flood that washed away all of our plans, destroying everything we owned and bringing Twighlight Manor Press to an instant standstill. We lost everything, the building was condemned, and nothing survived. As far as the business was concerned, we were back at ground zero.

That same day, as a result of the flood, my dad went into a coma. In July of 2006, my dad awoke from the coma and returned home disabled and in my care. In September of 2006, instead of releasing Moonsnails, we found ourselves in the midst of fight to save our land from a local land shark. The result was my dad’s return to the hospital. In October of 2006, a fire swept through. What little we had that survived the flood, was destroyed in the fire and we were faced with fighting out Maine’s frigid winter in a tent, a fate that did not sick well with my disabled dad’s rapidly failing health.

In January of 2007, things took a turn once again, this time in our favor, and we found our selves with electricity, heat, and a roof over our heads, for the first time since May 9, 2006.

Reunited with my computer, I was amazed to find, that in spite of the flood, in spite of the fire, the hard drive remained intact, and with a few minor repairs, it runs as good as new. It looks like hell, a bent mangled mess, but who cares, all my files are still here! All my plans and templates, all those months of research and market studies: they had survived! With that knowledge in hand I set out to pick up the pieces, and once again, plans are underway, full speed ahead, to bring Moonsnails into production.

And that brings us to today. Nether flood, nor fire, nor cold of winter, could stop Moonsnails. Moonsnails rises once again.

~EK

Spring In Maine

It’s a nice warm spring day in April in Maine. I bet you can tell, that is if you can see through the driving snow outside your window. Yep, it’s April, and right on schedual is our annual snowstorm. Jim Thomas and Ken Shoop must be ripping their hair out right now.  More snow mean longer snow on the ground and a longer time we got to stop them from stealing the Goldeneagle (my 1964 Dodge 330 which they have said must be junked as soon as the snow melts, otherwise the town of Old Orchard Beach well fine us $2,500 a day for each day we refuse to remove it.)

For those of you who do not know The Goldeneagle is the heart and soul of The Twighlight Manor series. If not for this car, none of the books would ever have been written. Back in 1978 when the first volum was written their were 4 characters: EelKat, Sir Roderic, Emporer Blue, and Captain Goldeneagle a.k.a Etiole. Captain Goldeneagle was the character based on this car, the character that would go on to be the most celebrated and most contraversal of the entire series: Etiole. The car itself has been featured again and again thoughout the series. It is an icon with fans of the series. An icon who is now threatened on the latest method of harassment that Jim Thomas and Ken Shoop have brought down on our family. (and ours is not the first they have done this to, they have a long history of doing this!)

First they put my dad in the hospital in a coma.

Than they force us to live in a tent during Maine’s sub-zero winter.

Than they threaten our pets.

Now they threaten my car.

And I continue to wonder: when well this end? When well someone put a stop to this man’s reign of terror? Why does everyone turn a blind eye to what they are doing?

~~EK

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Not Homeless Anymore!!! WOO~HOO!!!!

Every day has something good about it. No matter how much the day sucked or how mant bad things happened… at least one good thing happened somewhere, somehow, and it happened to you.So, what was it?  

today’s good thing:We have been approved for an apartment by HUD, FINALLY!!!!! We have been living in a tent since May 2006, it took them until January 2007 to get us indoors again, and only because someone called DHS to complain that people should not be living in a tent in below zero temperatures… well, I agree, but since the flood/fire we had no choice, I don’t make enough money to pay rent, let alone build a new house, no family or friends would help us and of all the charities and churches and such (even Red Cross!) the only place that has done anything to help us since last May was the Salvation Army, who gave us a bag of food each month…. a bag of food a month, can’t feed a family of 5, nor does it help us get indoors again, what else was we supposed to do? The tent was our only option. Well, DHS was furious that even our town manager (who we also went to for help) had done nothing, so now DHS is on the asses of the Town officials from Old Orchard Beach, because they are the ones that wouldn’t let us back in the house, and told us that if we intended to stay on our own land the only thing the town would approve was a tent… well DHS contacted HUD, where we were on a waiting list with over 600 names ahead of us, and they moved us up to the #1 slot and now as of today we have a roof over our heads, phone, and electricity for the first time since May of 2006!

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Pirates

There are 3 famous pirates in my family…Sir Francis Drake the Dragon was my 15th great Uncle, Capt John Drake is my Great-Great-Grandfather, and Thomas Rogers (founder and first settler of Old Orchard Beach) was a great grandfather, but forget how many times back, however, the land I live on was given to him by thhe king of England in 1657.

About Me or Who is EelKat REALLY?

Captain John Smith, sent 2 of his ship mates, Rogers and Goggins, ashore to the newly discovered Mainland. This land was given to them in 1657, by the King of England, at that time it was at total of about 3,000 acres of rose bushes, dense pine forest, wild grapes, and wild apple orchards. As the years went by the Rogers and Googins families divided the land among their children, who in turn divided it among their children, and so on and so on, for the next 200 years. In the late 1800’s the original 3,000 acres had been divided among descendants of the Rogers and Googins families so many times, that this tiny spot of land was now populated enough to become a township. In 1898 a mile long Pier was built out from the land across the ocean, and the land was named The Town of the Old Orchard.

In the years since, raging hurricanes ripped off the end of the Pier, leaving behind, only the small section of it which still stands today. And 2 massive fires wiped out nearly all of the very old buildings, including the original Palace Playland, a one time Victorian Amusment Park, that today is only a few rides off the side of the Town Square. As time passed the town grew ever larger as non-family members moved into the new town, including the Rickers of Poland Spring, and the Allens of Portland. As more out-siders moved in, the farmers of the Rogers and Googins families, grew more and more frustrated with the city folks and tourists that they felt were ruining the name of Old Orchard, and the farmers packed their things and left. Today, only one plot of land still remains in the original Rogers family, the descendants of the very first white man to live in Old Orchard…Thomas Rogers, the sailor from Capt. John Smith’s ship…and that family is my family. Three of the giant ancient pines that stood here in the 1600’s are still standing in our yard today, and along side one of those pines, grows a very ancient 13′ tall white rose bush, that once belonged to my great-grandmother and is known to be at least 100 years old, possibly several hundred years old.

My name is Wendy Christine Allen, I was born in Biddeford, Maine on August 13, 1975. I was raised on a poultry farm in Old Orchard right along side it’s famous Old Orchard Beach. Today the family farm is run as a sanctuary for chickens, sort of a safe house~retirement home for old hens and roosters, that would otherwise have been slaughtered. Everything from cats and dogs, to fish and eels, to cowatii and woodpeckers, to horses and turtles have found refuge here. I am known by many as the local protector of animals.

Topics: Old Orchard Beach, Thomas Rodgers

Maine… Why I Love It Here…

I feel like talking about Maine today…

I love Moxie

I love the Thunder Hole

I love Longfellow’s House

I love Stephen King

I love blueberries

I love lobster

I love moose

I love chickadees

I love great white pines

I love The Pier

I love Rapid Ray’s

I love Pier Fries

I love Bill’s Pizza

I love Palace Playland

I love East Surf Drive

I don’t love King Realty

I’m going to miss the Dream Machine

I love Maine!!!!!!