We got the skunk!

We also had an adventure early this morning (3:00) with something….something fighting for its life right outside the bedroom window. Two huge brown fur masses fighting, growling, rolling around and hissing at each other!

Made me so mad!  Terry tried to scar them off, but they just took it on out to the tile house and my bean gardens, then that upset me more, because they were tearing things UP!  So I took off after them with a flashlight, in my nightgown, and Terry following behind as he was getting the gun.

The most horrible of rack they made HORRIBLE, loud sounds like metal scraping on metal.  And a huge ball of fur that I couldn’t make out what or who was doing what!

The mass of roiling anger and fear fled up the canal bank to the top of the pig pen, where I stayed on the other side of the canal but equal to the fight.  I started yelling and shone the light right on them, getting one of them right in the eyes.  It caused everything to stop!  Suddenly!

The victim jumped into the canal and started swimming downstream toward Terry, but it was too dark to make out what it was.

The other one, fell into the canal when the victim dove, I saw what it was, but I have no name for it—-the head was like a little bear, the body long, at least three feet in length with a bushy tail.  As soon as it got on shore it ran into the cornfield to not be seen again.

I have no idea what I just saw, but it was NOT going to get my chickens again!  I just got three new ones from our daughter Shannon to replace the other ones!

Now that its daylight I wonder what I would have done if that animal had decided to swim the canal and jump onto the bank next to me!?!  Oh, well!  It didn’t!

The following photo has absolutely nothing to do with the text, but I thought it would be fun to see where the grain used to be stored when we were just starting out 41 years ago.

We don’t store grain anymore; we sell directly from the field.  Still the bins are pretty cool reminders of a time not so very long ago.

Linda