I saw the animal that lives under our summer kitchen. It is not a skunk. It is a small groundhog (a.k.a. woodchuck or whistlepig). I think there are some chipmunks under there, too that live in harmony with the woodchuck, but I won't comment on how weird that is. I'm debating whether to engage in chemical warfare or use some nonlethal methods to remove the squatters.
However, Rusty told me the other day that he saw a real skunk curled up and sleeping in his barn. Rusty tried an approach where he left the barn open until dusk, then locked it up tight. He thought he might be able to convince the skunk to find another bed.
Yesterday morning, I saw a dead skunk a couple hundred yards down the road. It might be the one from Rusty's barn, because Rusty reported no skunk sightings last night.
We'll see what happens with Marmota monax, but the skunk situation seems to be under control.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Mistaken Identity
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Aw. prognosticating pigs are kind of cute. I'd keep him, and feed him veggie scraps from the kitchen.
If he joins the colony way out back in the field, I'd wish him well and wave at him when I walked by. It's just that the underside of my buildings is a poor place to park your carcass.
Did you have to look up the latin Marmota monax or did you remember it from Bloom County when the neo-con rabbit found out that Portney is a groundhog, proceeded to ostracize him, and said, "I don't associate with pigs?"
I had to look it up, although at one point, I owned all of the Bloom County books.
That whole cycle of life thing can be so bewildering.
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