In 1989 Wisconsin put their peace dove, the mourning dove, on the list of animals to hunt. I objected and wrote about my feelings.
Everyone did not agree with me. Some even wrote letters to the editor. Wow! Here’s what I wrote about the idea of hunting one of my favorite birds.
Mourning doves are fun to watch and listen to, but there’s only a bit of meat on their bones, so don’t shoot and eat them.
A small group of hunters is allowed to hunt on Sunnybook Farm. Most seek deer, some turkeys, and ducks, but no one is allowed to shoot a mourning dove. That’s the rule.
You may object to my stand on hunting these mournful little birds and that’s your right. But this is my farm and YOU SHALL NOT HUNT MOURNING DOVES HERE!
Turn up your volume for this short video. Noting is moving, but there is an interesting sound.
At first I thought I heard birds, but as the sound changed so did my idea about the animal/s above.
Many critters stop over on Sunnybook Farm. Some settle down to have a family. I pretty sure I know what critter belongs to this sound. It must be baby raccoons.
Of course, little raccoons have to have a big mama around. Chickens beware!
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.