Skunk Summer Wedding Part 1
It all began at Uncle Jim's house. One night, sometime in late spring or
early summer, Kent and I were visiting with Uncle Jim. He was prattling
on about this and that and then told us that he had been having a new visitor
to his porch recently.
He still had his normal round of visiting possums and coons, but this gal
was a little different. She was black and white and could raise quite a stink
should she be so inclined. He told us that she was a bold little thing and
that he could rattle the door and she would not even lift her delicate little
head, but would just keep munching until all the cat food was gone.
After a bit, we stood up to go, and when we got to the door, there she was,
bold as brass, eating away. Sure enough, Uncle Jim banged and clanged
the door, but she didn't even look up.
Shortly after that, Bill and Stacey caught a picture of a skunk wandering
around outside their door after dark. Now, Uncle Jim swears that it was
at Bill's property (then owned by someone else) where the neighborhood
skunks originated. He says it happened a few years back. He says he
noticed a skunky smell there in years gone by. I don't know, but that's
what he says.
Then, dad called me one morning, and, in a voice that just shimmered with
laughter said, "Laurie, I caught a skunk last night in my coon trap, and I
don't know what to do with it." We both had some silly ideas like to try
to hook the cage with a cast of a fishing pole and pull it way down in the
woods with the Mule...but really, we were stymied. Dad called Conservation
Agent Grandson, but couldn't get in touch with him, so we were in a bit of a
stinking mess.
So, we did what any rugged homesteader would do, we each looked on the
internet and we both found the same solution. And, amazingly it worked.
Just picture, if you can, Papa slowly approaching the cage with a blanket held
up blocking the skunk's view of him. Oh, and just hear him singing a little
song. Because that is what he did. Because that is what the internet said to
do. Later, I asked him, "What song did you sing?" "Oh," he replied, "I just
made up a nice little song about the skunk and me." He must have liked it,
because dad was able to walk up to him and throw the blanket over the cage.
Then he sneakily opened the door of the cage, but the skunk just stayed in it, so
dad was still in a bit of a quandary. After mulling things over a bit, he figured the
skunk must be thirsty, so he sprayed some water in front of the cage and, shore
'nuff, out came the skunk and waddled away.
But not too far away, as further events will show.
Meanwhile at my own little farmhouse at Fernnook Farm, our very own skunk
made an appearance. I would come up to the front porch at night, and there
he would be, chowing down on cat food. Said cat food disappeared from the
front porch after that. Then we would get a glimpse of him in the evening in
the tall grass at the end of the yard, and we would see him foraging in the grass
right in front of our deck of a morning...I got some pictures of him there, but
they are not good, which is why I borrowed the picture from MDC at the top
of this post.
One night, I was feeling all at odds with myself and life and I went to sit
outside in one of the lawn chairs that are lined up at the edge of our carport. It
was near the Fourth of July because I could hear the city shooting off their
fireworks. Who should appear on my little strip of concrete patio but my
own local skunk. He ambled toward me, I put my feet up in my chair, and
he went under my chair. Then he stood on his hind legs and put his front
paws on the chair that was just next to me and sniffed around it. Then he
finally ambled off and I hightailed it to the porch.
Another night, I ran into my little black and white buddy by the back door,
so I scrambled back to the front and up on the porch, only to find the door
locked. I banged pretty long and hard before Kent came to let me in.
I am not the only one with close encounters of the night-skunk kind. Anne
(my Montana niece) was sitting on Papa's porch during our family reunion
when she received an unwelcome and surprise visit from his skunk. I told
you it hadn't wandered too far away. She jumped up and ran to the front door,
it was locked. Then she ran to the big garage door. It was closed and she didn't
know the code. Then she ran to the side garage door, and it too was locked.
And everywhere she ran, sensor lights kept turning on, so she was crying and
panicking, and she just knew she would get sprayed,...but she didn't.
Jim did get a spray around his house though. And, he had baby skunks that
were born and being bred right under his shed which is right by his house.
That is not the end of the Skunk Summer Wedding, but this post is long enough.
The rest will have to follow in due course
