Bay Bud
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...it's been a tough return home from my trip to vegas, and i'm not referring to the approximate $3.78 i figured up i missed out on in discounts at von's deli where i spent more time than at a casino.
background: it was 110, 110 and 112 the last three full days i spent in las vegas. came home saturday, got drunk, ofifishally got to know the missus again, all that rot. sunday it was 110 here, and again today. not asking any of you to feel sorry for me about this, especially with so many dealing with crap from irene. and trust me, you'll need your sympathy glands for later.
the story: out and about on the property sunday around noon, i kept getting the distinct whiff of a skunk. we see them occasionally, but we've also had a couple already come up and die here so we've dealt with this before. when they're sick and about to cash in, they will spray the area to keep predators away, you know, just in case they pull through.
i never find the critter or any real signs, but i do notice when the late afternoon heat is at its peak one of our original 5 fawns is struggling. the mom quit showing up about two weeks ago, never found her, and this one became the runt of what we think of as our doe herd.
the fawn was still looking pretty weak this morning, but it ate a little, i saw it drink and then the group moved on. they don't travel more than 80 yards right now in any direction for two reasons: 1) there's no grass anywhere for them to eat, and; 2) all wildlife right now around here is fighting hunger. i went out just before noon to look around the place and found both the skunk and the little runt fawn both down.
and that got me thinking about the pets that have been displaced due to the hurricane, yadda-yadda-yadda, please contribute if you can to your local no-kill shelters.
background: it was 110, 110 and 112 the last three full days i spent in las vegas. came home saturday, got drunk, ofifishally got to know the missus again, all that rot. sunday it was 110 here, and again today. not asking any of you to feel sorry for me about this, especially with so many dealing with crap from irene. and trust me, you'll need your sympathy glands for later.
the story: out and about on the property sunday around noon, i kept getting the distinct whiff of a skunk. we see them occasionally, but we've also had a couple already come up and die here so we've dealt with this before. when they're sick and about to cash in, they will spray the area to keep predators away, you know, just in case they pull through.
i never find the critter or any real signs, but i do notice when the late afternoon heat is at its peak one of our original 5 fawns is struggling. the mom quit showing up about two weeks ago, never found her, and this one became the runt of what we think of as our doe herd.
the fawn was still looking pretty weak this morning, but it ate a little, i saw it drink and then the group moved on. they don't travel more than 80 yards right now in any direction for two reasons: 1) there's no grass anywhere for them to eat, and; 2) all wildlife right now around here is fighting hunger. i went out just before noon to look around the place and found both the skunk and the little runt fawn both down.
and that got me thinking about the pets that have been displaced due to the hurricane, yadda-yadda-yadda, please contribute if you can to your local no-kill shelters.
fuckin willie.