Dear WinkWorld Readers,
Some of you may remember the snake story.
Others of you may remember the skunk stories: First, there was the dead and rotting skunk in our cistern. Below, I am copying/pasting that story from my July 3, 2003 newsletter. This was before our interactive blog.
Skunk in the Cistern
We never put water in the cistern without remembering the time a couple of years ago when a skunk got into the cistern and drowned. We slowly began to notice the smell of skunk in the house and guessed that a skunk was passing through the yard during the night. Throughout
the course of the next few days, the smell increased and eventually seemed to permeate the house. Finally, one Saturday evening while Wink was in the shower, he realized what must have happened, as he smelled skunk in the shower water. We raced outside and could see a slight opening between the concrete lid of the cistern and the rocks surrounding it.
We lifted the lid, and the horrible smell hit us in the face. From here the story goes straight downhill. We put an 8-foot ladder down into the water, but Wink was too big to get through the opening into the cistern.
I went down the ladder next, and tried to shovel that mass of rotting skunk into a bucket, but I just couldn’t stay down there long enough to finish the ugly task. Eventually, we brought the tractor over and hooked a chain to the front-end loader. I slowly lowered Wink into the cistern as he held onto the chain hooked to the front-end loader. He could squeeze through the opening of the cistern if both arms were held up above his head. In this way, we got the skunk out, and then we had to disinfect and clean the cistern.
Second there was the mama skunk and 3 babies, which we caught in one trap.
Still others of you may know my dear friend, GinnyWink#5, the most precious laborador ever; she follows GinnyWink#1, #2, #3, and #4, who were also precious.
However, GinnyWink#5 and I just had a very scary encounter with a badger. I did not bother to snap a pix during the scary 5 minutes, so the following photo is courtesy of Wikipedia.
I was outside picking up branches under a tree on a gorgeous fall day about 30 yards from the house. I suddenly heard hissing and growling under the next tree about 10 yards away, where the badger and Ginny were running around and around the tree, the badger chasing Ginny. The badger was making horrible rasping, grunting, grating sounds. I was yelling to get Ginny to come. She tried to come once, and the badger took a little nip. Off they went in a circle again. I was about 10 feet away when I suddenly realized I didn’t have anything for protection. I ran to the porch where I remembered Wink had left a 3 foot bolt cutter. I have no idea what I was going to do with it. Fortunately, when I ran for the porch, Ginny came right behind me. We watched as the badger was forced to slink away in defeat.
I have since learned about a children’s book about a Canadian boy who was lost in the woods when a mama badger befriended him as he took refuge in the badger hole. Is there a hint of truth in this story? I do not know, but I intend to read the book.