Mr. Stinky

Seen across the river yesterday

The boss met us at the milk house door last night with a silly grin on his face. (He went over first to let the cows down in to eat).

We wondered why he was smirking until he said, "Stick your heads in the barn."

And so we did. OMG! You could NOT breathe. Or at least not without gut-clenching, miserable, nose-rending disgust.

You know how there's been a skunk around lately annoying and worrying us? Well, I don't know if he had actually been in the cow stable or if he just left a calling card outside the old silo room door, but he sure had been somewhere nearby and he hadn't been discreet about his personal problem. 

The whole place reeked. We sent Becky to the house, after Alan made a short foray into the stable to turn on all the ventilation fans (turning the whole place into an icebox.) When he came out the aroma was clinging to him. She works in food service, so......

After maybe half an hour of the fan treatment you could stand it in the barn.

Sorta. I felt sorry for Liz, as the worst of it seemed to emanate from somewhere on her side of the place. It wasn't too awful on our side. I mean you could smell it and all, but it seemed to wax and wane like a stinky moon in our normally cow-scented universe.

I don't know why the darned thing is hanging around over there but I sure wish he would take a hint and move along. Meanwhile, it will soon be time to venture over and milk the cows again. I hope for fresher breezes. Maybe this cold snap will freeze his stinky parts.