The Crankee Yankee and I have fed and sheltered many critters over the years in our back yard. Generally it’s stray cats, a few skunks, birds and the occasional raccoon family. For years the skunk tribe lived under the neighbor’s shed on the other side of our back yard. Come nightfall, they would wander over to our place and eat. They were never a problem; the cats went their way and the skunks went their way.
But this year we haven’t seen any skunks, or smelled them. We had decided that the whole tribe moved somewhere else and let it go at that. But yesterday morning as I was walking with Scooter (our black/brown stray cat we have been feeding and sheltering and who will most likely become part of our indoor family come winter) to the back yard, we got a surprise.
A tiny little skunk stood right in the path, and although he couldn’t really see us (skunks have terrible eyesight), he could smell us. As I could think of was ‘oh, no, he’s going to spray Scooter and I’m going to have to go buy a ton of tomato juice!’ But no, he politely moved to the side and Scooter looked him over and decided that there was no threat. (Actually, a baby skunk doesn’t carry much more than a tiny spritz, so that was a relief!)
The little skunk ambled off into the jungle of wild flowers and grass, and Scooter headed for his food bowl. Peace at last in the back yard. I often think that the animals around our house have their own schedule; they know that they are going to have food and water morning and night according to their inner alarm clocks. As with us humans, they too have their own schedules.
It reminds me of that song, “”Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, Life Goes On” by the Beatles. Perhaps that song started with a skunk and a cat in the back yard. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?