Saturday, September 15, 2012


And redolent and reeking. The air around Northview of an evening has a will of its own. I swear, you can almost see it. 

It wasn't enough that something is eating the cats (although Justin Bieber came back, battle scarred but alive....he won't come down in the barn any more though). 

It wasn't enough that a very large opossum is terrorizing Becky when she walks the puppy nights.

And the chipmunks and squirrels on the bird feeder. We NEVER had them before. Guess Sinopa was keeping them in their place. Without her they pillage at will.

No-o-o-o, even the coyote pup that is following the boss around every day while he mows and chops hay wasn't enough (it has discovered that the machinery uncovers a veritable banquet of mice and voles and is capitalizing on the largess).

No, now we have to have a nightly skunk. And from the way the stench rolls in through the open doors it is an old and belligerent one.

So Nick, who is old enough to know better and normally goes out alone to take care of his very sl-o-o-o-o-o-w geriatric doggy business, has to be carefully hand-walked with a flashlight and a prayer. Ah, the wonders of country living.....on the plus side, I am going to bed early these nights...the living room is the first point of attack.


TenMile said...

As soon as I stop laughing I'll stutter "Traps. Get some traps."

But I cannot. I short of breath.

Cathy said...

Texture. Your life is filled - surrounded with texture. Comparatively, we live on a sheet of glass.

Nowadays, I feel as though we're all peering into the darkness with "a flashlight and a prayer."

(Ten Mile's a hoot :)

June said...

The only skunk aroma I've smelled recently has been from the ones who've met their ends on the roads. And there seem to be a lot of them.
Poor Becky and poor opossum. Opossum can't do anything to anybody, though . . . no defenses to speak of, so tell her not to fear.

jenny said...

Reminds me of a few years back, when we had a skunk living in the overgrown bushes in the front yard and his (her?) perfume wafted in our open windows every night. A whiff I can handle, enjoy even, but a full on assualt to the senses, phew! I smell your pain!

The Dancing Donkey said...

Just in case....the sure fire cure for skunk is a dilute bleach solution. Just wipe or spray it on whatever animal or object has been skunked. Works immediately as long as you don't try to use water first. Water just spreads the skunk oil around. Hopefully you won't need it.

Terry and Linda said...

Ah...the wonders of SKUNK! We, also, are having the nasty aroma but occurs early in the morning.

I'm so sorry about the loss of your cats...cats seem to be favorite food of so many predators!


threecollie said...

TenMile, I forgive your long as the dogs maintain the truce. lol

Cathy, I am terrified! For those who pay attention it is easy to look behind the curtain to where the puppet master is pulling strings to make us see how wonderful he is. Sadly, no one seems to be paying attention.

June, I dunno, I have met some pretty fierce possums. lol

Jenny, this one is so stinky the air gets thick when he comes by...right at supper time most nights. We are walking the doggies with great trepidation

DD, I am going to hold that thought and pray that I don't need it. lol, however, the little stinker is sure making his presence felt...and smelled. Thank you!

Linda, we used to have forty cats at a time over in the barn. They made a grey and black and white quilt writhing around the food dish trying to be first at the milk. Now we have four...

Cathy said...

. . Every conversation . . with family and friends - ends up here.

It is dark. We try to hang on. To have faith in the common sense of Americans.

A watershed time in our nation's history.

For the heart and soul of it.

threecollie said...

Cathy, each day is worse than the one before. Last night one of my mother's cousins left me an absurdly nasty comment on a post I put up on Facebook. What I posted was in no way offensive, just a share from a politician I support... a picture of a hat with his name on it for heaven's sake, no editorial comment. I was shocked!!! Feels like we are the grownups and everyone else is back on the playground yelling that their candidate can lick our candidate. Yow. I took the comment down. No need for name calling.