Yesterday I told you I only recently learned about hornworms and sphinx moths. What I forgot to tell you was where I learned it! You've got to check out this blog post by Lauren Scheuer of Hunt and Peck who writes and illustrates about her adventures with chicken ownership. She always makes me laugh!
We've been working hard to make sure we don't lose any more of our own little chooks. This morning we found another skunk in one of our live traps. This little guy makes the fourth we've removed from our property. Since it was already pretty warm outside before we rolled out of bed this morning, I was concerned about hydration. I used a spouted water bottle to squirt a little water in through the fine mesh of the trap, and the sweet little skunk came right over, put one paw through the mesh to support his/her weight, and then proceeded to sip the water so delicately from the stream of water.
So. Freaking. Cute.
Mr. Boom said we couldnt' keep the skunk as a pet. Mr. Boom said I couldn't hug him, squeeze him, and call him George. Mr. Boom didn't look into the cute little brown eyes of the skunk and fall in love.
We took him (the skunk, that is) up to a little canyon nearby, away from all homes and chicken coops, and set him free. After he came out of the trap he circled back around to take a good look at us. Mr. Boom backed away, but I was ready to embrace him (the skunk, that is). At the last second, though, he turned away and ran off into the bush. He was my favorite little pet skunk I've never had.
Today we're tackling the beautification of the side of our shop/garage. It's a long, narrow, ugly spot that grows weeds and nothing else. It needs help.
I need a cold drink.
Bottoms up, everyone!