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Maeve Greyson tells me she had a close encounter with a skunk.
"If you've followed me very long, you know that I'm the crazy cat lady in my neck of the woods. Not only do I have five indoor kitties, I also feed a colony of ferals and strays as well as provide them a warm place to sleep with "diy-engineered" insulated beds.
Feeding all those outside kitties also attracts a trio of raccoons, a pair of possums, and my little black and white friend with his own special perfume.
The other morning, I went out to feed the herd, and, of course, they came running. However, I noticed what I thought at the time was one of the smaller black ones hanging back in the shadows by the straw bales and trying to remain hidden.
I divvied the food into several pans to cut down on fighting and hissing and since that little black one was hanging back as if scared, I fixed him (or her) a special pan of food and took it to him in his little hiding spot where he felt safe.
That's when he whirled around, hiked his tail, and let loose with a warning poot that made it quite clear he was not a feline but a skunk. Thank goodness, the little guy was good natured enough to warn me and not spray me down with that noxious aroma. Needless to say, I backed away but couldn't resist hanging around to watch him.
Poor little guy had a hurt front foot and was limping but did eat the entire pan of food before he gimped off into the woods. I hope he'll be all right. Nature can be a cruel place for an undersized skunk with a bad foot even if he is fully armed with stinkiness."

"If you've followed me very long, you know that I'm the crazy cat lady in my neck of the woods. Not only do I have five indoor kitties, I also feed a colony of ferals and strays as well as provide them a warm place to sleep with "diy-engineered" insulated beds.
Feeding all those outside kitties also attracts a trio of raccoons, a pair of possums, and my little black and white friend with his own special perfume.
The other morning, I went out to feed the herd, and, of course, they came running. However, I noticed what I thought at the time was one of the smaller black ones hanging back in the shadows by the straw bales and trying to remain hidden.
I divvied the food into several pans to cut down on fighting and hissing and since that little black one was hanging back as if scared, I fixed him (or her) a special pan of food and took it to him in his little hiding spot where he felt safe.
That's when he whirled around, hiked his tail, and let loose with a warning poot that made it quite clear he was not a feline but a skunk. Thank goodness, the little guy was good natured enough to warn me and not spray me down with that noxious aroma. Needless to say, I backed away but couldn't resist hanging around to watch him.
Poor little guy had a hurt front foot and was limping but did eat the entire pan of food before he gimped off into the woods. I hope he'll be all right. Nature can be a cruel place for an undersized skunk with a bad foot even if he is fully armed with stinkiness."





Books mentioned in this topic
Facts About the Skunk (other topics)Stone Guardian (other topics)
My Highland Bride (other topics)
The Guardian (other topics)
The Warrior (other topics)
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Authors mentioned in this topic
Lisa Strattin (other topics)Maeve Greyson (other topics)
Without googling or looking up the answer, what animal do you think might be the Striped Skunk’s primary predator?
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