The smells up here are pretty interesting—-deer. Lots of deer. Let’s see Buck, doe, fawn…buck, hum, another buck…
Oh! Now this isn’t good, crazy coyote tracks and scat…let me see if I can figure out just what pack is traveling around up here.
To be honest I’m surprised we even have a pack of coyotes. With Lady the Watch Mule on the place no predator has a chance. Lady will raise up and stomp the heck of them and then give them a swift kick, either knocking them dead…yes, she can take them out…or scattering them over to the other farms, at the very least.
Snuff, snuff, sniff…honk! Stink up the nose…not good.
Sniff, sniff, YELP!!! It’s the pack of THORINA!!! Thorina is the mate to Thor—they are the meanest, bad-est, orneriest, lean-limed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyotes around.
I picked my Beagle legs up and took myself up the farm road to the top of the Rocky Point. That way I could see who, or what is happening way over in the Back Forty—known coyote land—and get a good sniff of the air.
I stood on the point of the hill, sniffing the air, north—horses on the air, they belong to the neighbor on the other hill, east—the smell of Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes, busily pecking away the earth on the farm looking for spilled corn, south—cows. Lots and lots of cows. New babies and new mommas. Then west—coyotes, but very faintly. Smells like they are way past the new subdivision over by the canal area.
I’m good to go for a nice long spell. Those coyotes will gradually settle down and sleep off most the day.
I stretched out on the point, the sun was warm, the air was warm…the ground was warm………………….zzzzzzzzzz.
I was dreaming a fly was trying to get into my ear.
Shoo, I thought in my dream. SHOO!
I raised my back leg a tiny little bit to try to get the fly to stop.
The feeling of that fly on my flapped back ear just kept on tickling and tickling.
I jumped up and gave my head a hearty shake.
When I opened my eyes from shaking my head I was looking right in the back end of a SKUNK!
I scampered out of the way and over toward a big old Chico brush—trying with all my might to NOT GET SPRAYED!
I’m been sprayed before and it makes MOM not a happy camper!
Mom has a SKUNK bucket full of all sorts of subbing things for my sprayed-on fur…if I get sprayed—mom uses, one full quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide, ½ c baking soda, 2 teaspoons Dawn dish soap. She mixes all this together…I try to hide —I usually go into my dog house and crunch way back into the corner. Of course, it never works…she drags me out, and starts soaping me up.
She also uses this really bubbling stuff on me, even if I just find some rich wonderful gooey delight to roll in.
Mom is sometimes a spoiled sport.
So you see…I was backing away as fast and as far as I could!