A fog rolled in over night and hung on through the morning, the sky a grayish white that shifted downwards and covered everything. As I walked around the back path, I stopped and listen to the birds. They were heralding in spring.
Rains had started yesterday so the ground had a mushy soft coating like frosting on a cake and ice hard underneath.
I side stepped muskrat holes, coyote and raccoon scat.
As I headed back home I hesitated along the northern section and tried to pull out movement in the underbrush. Two days ago, when I walked this same area I stepped into a cloud of skunk perfume. I gagged and blinked, Uriah who had been right behind me, slowly backed up and grimaced, then took off on a run, back towards the house.
I really wish I could move that fast.
Luckily the spray didn’t hit me directly so I was able to smell and taste within the hour.
Michael kept coming up to me all night and sniffing, then asking if I smell a skunk….
Today I didn’t see or smell a skunk. But the birds were in full song, especially the Black birds! The cardinals live in the trees near the house. The past few days the geese have been flying low, honking and filling the sky with their V shaped formations. I pulled out my camera and started video taping the birds. I edited them, and added a short poem.