I haven’t seen any skunks yet, or smelled any, but eventually they will be venturing out again.
One time Bob and I were driving our cart about 100 yards from the house when Bob stomped on the brakes. A mother skunk and three babies were crossing the road.
We didn’t say a word, or make any sudden movements, not wanting to disturb the little parade before us.
What I did notice was how beautiful that mother skunk looked. The wide white stripe down her back looked like she had been to the beauty shop.
Today I’m reading a column from 1987. At the end I remember my mother and an experience she had with a skunk.
Warning! Keep an eye out for skunks. You don’t want to end up writing about a stinky confrontation.
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