Skunks

On that nice evening walk a couple of days ago, I saw something I really should have photographed. I wish I had although it was not in any way pretty.

Right at the top of the hill behind the barn, just before you exit the Thirty-acre Lot on the way home, there was a big pile of poo in the road.

And I do mean big.

I looked it over thoroughlly because it was truly unique. Taking up enough geography to cover a dinner platter (not mine, thank you) it consisted almost entirely of black, woolly fur with a few clumps of yellowish white thrown in.

Huh....

I diagnosed it as a last meal of a skunk....as a participant that is, but not as a diner.

Probably the remains of a coyote's dinner party. To say that he overindulged is a bit of an understatement. He must have eaten the whole thing, fur and all. The result was big enough to belong to a bear, but we haven't seen any sign of such in decades (for which I am thankful indeed!!!) I can hear him moaning now...."I can't believe I ate the whole thing...."

Personally I would not invite a skunk to either my dinner party or my menu.

And I had no idea that coyotes ate skunks. I thought that was the bailiwick of the Great Horned Owl and pretty much nobody else.

 We have been smelling skunks almost every night too.

Then the boss saw three of them on his way out to the T-Field for wood last night. We will have to BOLO them.....the large animal veterinary clinic where we have both done business since before our lives collided has warned of recent local rabies cases in Mephitis Mephitis. Not to mention the smell.