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Frankfort, like every other Maine town and village, has begun the holiday season. A new Christmas tree on the front steps of the Frankfort Congregational Church presents a dazzling welcome to passersby.

As per events, the Frankfort Congregational Church will host a Scottish pipe-and-drum concert on Friday, Dec. 2, at 6:30 p.m. The Wee Dram Pipe and Drums of Bucksport will perform, and their music is guaranteed to please. The lads will play traditional pipe music on the Highland pipes, as well as a selection of Christmas melodies.

Additionally, we’ll hear solos by several artists on the Scottish smallpipes, smaller and a bit mellower than the traditional variety. Yours truly will even play a short set on some seldom-heard, Celtic instruments. It’s a great way to jump into the holiday season, so I hope to see you there.

Under the feeder

I recently wrote an article on Maine woodpeckers for The Maine Sportsman Magazine. Unfortunately, I neglected to include the red-bellied woodpecker, a brand-new Maine resident woodpecker. Readers wasted no time in informing me that these large, colorful woodpeckers were now regulars in the Pine Tree State.

Up until recently, I had never seen or even imagined such a woodpecker. That was until last week, when a male of the species began showing up at my seed feeder. The belly, despite the bird’s name, has but a faint blush of red, while the top and back of the head blazes in fire-engine red. White barring marks the bird’s topmost parts. All in all, this is a strikingly marked bird and a welcome newcomer. I’m pretty sure one is coming to a feeder near you sometime soon.

Checkered flag

Sometimes I feel like waving a checkered flag. Everyone today is in such a hurry, especially drivers.

On Thanksgiving Day, I pulled out of the church parking lot on to Route 1A. There were no vehicles in sight. Then, seemingly from out of nowhere, a line of cars was behind me, toying with my bumper. I put on my left blinker and as the cars passed, one driver beeped her horn and mouthed some expletive. The speed limit in town is 30 mph. and these people hit the 30-mile zone doing 50 and would not have slowed down at all were it not for me. What a way to act on Thanksgiving.

Going from living in the woods off a dirt road, to living along a paved, state-maintained road, has been a real learning experience for me. It also leads me to pity people who are in such a hurry to get nowhere that they cannot think to exercise caution or to display courtesy.