Last night Taffy was on high alert as we approached the barn, and since we've been having fox issues, I wondered if we had a fox in the stable. Just to be safe, I grabbed the dog.
Good thing. It was no fox. It was this little black and white "Woods Kitty" who was exploring the feed room. Now, that is no need to panic, provided one has the dog in a firm grip. Taffy got unceremoniously stuffed into the Tack Room, while the skunk and I had a short discussion about what was going to happen next.
These are gentle souls, who prefer to be just left alone. I explained that I had the dog under control, so no fear about that. I explained that I needed to come into the room to get the night feed for the horses. Achmed bopped on it just to say hello...
We all of us went about our lawful business. Skunk withdrew under the old fridedaire that serves as a cupboard in the feed room. Achmed sat at the edge to continue his conversation -- the cat also has an on-going relationship with the fox, who is frequently seen sitting on the lawn about ten feet away from the cat, the two of them carrying on a long discussion about who knows what. Horses just shrugged, and tucked into their hay. Chickens were snug in their coop. Taffy got snapped onto a leash to ensure she stayed with me all the way home. While we do have an excellent recipe for removing the smell, midnight is not the time of day to be starting up the process!
Achmed stayed behind -- there was evidently more to talk about.
Walking home, I could hear the wolves way way way back on the hill to the north. An owl was hooting nearby. Stars were vivid and close and the air was as clear as it can ever be. There were faint Northern Lights shimmering in counterpoint to the wolf-song.
When I walked into the living room, Napster, too, had joined the act.... there was a mouse running across the carpet, with the Artist in keen pursuit.
Some nights there is just almost more wildlife than one can handle...
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