We joke around that this place should be called "Skunk Island" for all the skunk we see here, both road kill and still roaming around.
There is one that lives under our trash shed beside our drive way. We've seen him twice as he's scurried back to safety when we drive up the hill to the house.
Bren now tells everyone ( I mean EVERYONE...waitresses, the pastor, her Sunday school teacher, any of Madison's friend's moms who come to pick up their daughters, the cashier at the store...absolutely everyone she meets!) that we have a "pet skunk that lives under our trash cans!"
Here is proof that he's out and about at night time!
We found lots of deer tracks too!
We woke up to what seemed to us to be a winter wonderland left behind by a blizzard....but to the locals, it was just a thin dusting that burned off by 10 am.