This morning I was standing in the kitchen eating my bowl of cereal. Toots was eating her breakfast and we were both waiting for the Deerslayer to get dressed so we get could get rolling to school. A pretty ordinary morning.
But wait...to what did my wondering eyes appear?
Was that a cat frolicking out in the yard?
Per chance it was a rabid squirrel?
I wandered over to the side door to take a look.
And then I saw it people. A skunk. A little bitty, half grown skunk....flopping around my yard like he was a kitten. Rolling around in the grass as happy as a clam. Not a care in the world. This was my chance. My opportunity to prove myself as a hardened, experienced farm woman. Did I get a gun? Did I even get my camera? That would be a big negatory to both of those. I got the phone and dialed up Secret Agent Man. Not like that was going to do me any good at all. The man drives an hour just to get to work. I tell him about the skunk situation with only a slightly raised voice. He chuckles. This does not help at all, but then again, what was I expecting. He tells me to get the Deerslayer to "get rid of it". As he is telling me this the little skunk frolics by the tree swing, does a couple of laps around the mailbox and runs right down the hillside to our natural springs.
He is gone. Only to mature and reproduce. Obviously if I am going to remain a "Farmchick", I am going to have to work more on the "farm" part.