So this particular stinky midnight visitor has left his calling card on my front porch several nights this week. He’s been rooting around in the compost pile. We can tell by the paw prints left in the melting snow and mud. Some mornings, I open the door to a thunderclap of powerful stink that makes my nose burn and my eyes water. He’s been here, all right. I wish he’d just ring the doorbell instead of leaving his personal stinky calling card.
Last night, Shadow woke me up at 3 a.m. with a hair-raising growl. She is the sweetest German Shepherd dog you can image, the best kind of companion, but when she senses anything threatening us…particularly me…she is ferocious. It was that kind of growl. She was sleeping in the master bathroom last night. The windows in the bathroom overlook the flower garden next to the driveway and the compost pile. I heard the growl, low and deep, warning….I heard her disks jingle as she stood with her gigantic paws on the windowsill, still growling…then she gave a short “woof” of command and trotted over to my office on the other side of the house. I heard her growl more, then settle down. In the morning, the telltale prints were in the mud in the flower garden…I think our visitor was back.
I don’t know why Mr. Skunk keeps coming onto our front porch. There’s no food for him. The only things on the porch in the winter time are Shadow’s tennis balls, her brush and comb, and a towel I keep there to wipe her muddy paws off before she comes back into the house. Could he smell her scent and be as territorial as she is?
I think skunks are beautiful, but I don’t want one near the house. When John and I were on vacation in Kentucky years ago, we ate dinner at a restaurant in a state park that had a very unusual attraction. The restaurant was built onto a hillside, and the dining room was up around the second story of the building. It had huge floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking the forest, mountains, and the clearing right behind the restaurant. Every evening at 5 p.m, the restaurant workers put out spoiled food on trays in the clearing. And out came the skunks. It was like a little floor show. Safely behind the glass windows, we ate our dinner and marveled at the beauty of these creatures. Some were mostly white with black, others glossy jet black with the traditional white stripe. Some had gigantic hair sticking out everywhere while others seemed more streamlined. The food was good but the entertainment was better!
We have seen our skunk visitor near the border of our property, near the Seven Oaks farm sign and the pile of rocks. There’s a tangle of dead tree trunks, limbs and branches that the man who cleared the lot for the house just pushed into a big pile. It’s a wonderful habitat for wildlife. During the snowstorm, a young fawn hid in there, and we’ve seen the flock of bobwhite quail hop out of the brush too. I wonder if Mr. Skunk lives there, or perhaps in the dead tree that fell and now has a nice hollow in the trunk?
I don’t plan to call on him anytime soon, however. I just want to make sure Shadow doesn’t take it upon herself to chase him away!
Pungent prose! My only piece of skunk lore is that a mid-day sighting of a skunk means it’s rabid.
Hee hee…if I see a skunk during the day I’m going to run so fast the other way I won’t be able to tell if he’s rabid or not! Actually, any nocturnal creature out during the day is a sign of sickness…at the horse barn I used to work at, we had a rabid raccoon show up in the middle of the day. Clearly sick animal. Scary stuff, that. But yeah…skunks…run away!
My parents allow their neighbors cats onto their screen porch. They enjoy the cats visiting so put food out for them and leave the porch door open at all times. They awoke to find one of the cats had an encounter with a skunk. The skunk was attracted to the food on the porch and Bob was not going to share so Bob got a snoot full. My mother had to wash every thing on the porch that was washable and toss the rest into the trash. The cats owners, which are Vets, took Bob to the office and washed him several times to remove the scent. Due to the skunk and an opossum visitor to the food, they now remove the food each night…
I think your skunk is wiping the mud from its feet with the towel on the porch. hee hee…
Like cats always looking for a good spot to do their bit. Skunk too love the familiarity of good spots, and they will keep coming back. Not necessarily for food. ~bangchik
That’s funny – their nickname is pole cat!