- Who knows where the heck they go, and there certainly isn't anyone helping them cross the road wherever that is.
- They never come back from where they left. They always run across the road into the field. The last time I saw them come back they came on Route 14 headed north. I think if it ever came to it I could hook them up to a sled or a wheeled cart and do without a vehicle.
I finally heard their collars outside the window and breathed a huge sigh of relief at their safe return. As I drew in my breath after the sigh I realized that their homecoming, although safe, was not worthy of a sigh of relief.
You know when you are driving and you pass a dead skunk and smell their distinctive odor and you crinkle your nose and say or think, "ewww skunk" then you swerve and give the roadkill a wide berth because you know that stink clings? That is not actually what a skunk smells like. True skunk smell is sharp and rubbery and shrivels your nose hairs. Then as it enter your lungs the cells contract and become sheathed in armor (not a scientific description) in an effort to protect themselves from that noxious poison, and it becomes hard to breathe.
From the entryway I smelled the roadkill skunk smell. When I went out to get the dogs, I hit a wall of "run away" and "batten the hatches soldier (that was from the lung cells) the enemy is upon us" smell. Those fool animals found a skunk. Then in an effort to clean themselves they swam in a mucky marsh. They stunk and they were black with sludge. I washed them with a solution of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and grease cutting soap, then rewashed them with yummy smelling shampoo.
They will be spending a great deal of time outdoors, and I find myself wondering if it would really be so bad to hear a car door shut and have to apologize profusely and write a check for the loss of chickens. I think it would be faster and easier, and less...skunky.
|Why couldn't they have have gone after this kind of skunk!|