A near mistakeMy standard morning routine. Rise around 4 AM, the usual ablutions after a night's sleep, walking into the living-room to open the blinds (if not already opened), opening the backdoor to let some of the cool night's air in. As I was opening the first long blind, I noticed the moon shining on the deck and thought "cool" but then noticed some movement. My first assumption was the raccoon family. I saw Mom Raccoon with two little ones mid-day yesterday, leaving the den, on their way out to hunt and explore (the kids are growing, by the way).
I realized that the animal in question had white splashing across it. I thought the moonlight was the culprit but then realized the white was part of the coat. I carefully reached over and turned on the back lights and saw my visitor. Have you guessed it yet? A skunk.
I'm grateful to say I didn't open the door before I realized the identity of my visitor. To say the least, I didn't open the door today. And I was very careful not to disturb my visitor before he disappeared. I'm guessing the bird-food on the deck attracted his attention and encouraged him to visit. All I can say, I'm grateful the only wafts of fragrance from my backyard are still the mysterious, possible-variety-of-jasmine, and not something more aromatic and certainly less desirable.
...bet you expected a story about a burnt cookie or fallen cake, right?
Sorry I didn't get a picture--I didn't want to alarm my visitor with a flash or a lot of movement. :)