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Sudden stink sends rat terrier scurrying
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I’d smelled a skunk a few hours ago. I had to close up the house the odor was so strong so the skunk had to have been nearby. After the stink dissipated, I reopened the windows and inside doors. The breeze from front to back was glorious. It’s so nice to have seasonal weather back.
It was about then when I heard my next-door neighbor come home. I hailed her from my door and we talked for a few minutes.
As she went inside, I warned her not to let her dog out without looking in the yard first but… The next thing I knew I heard the dog bark, bark, YIPE! I closed my windows and doors again.
The skunk didn’t get the little dog. She is quite fast, but from what I understand it was a narrow escape. I am surprised she had the good sense to retreat. Had it been either one of mine they wouldn’t have backed off or I’d be bathing them about now…
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Tree rat relocation plan a success!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
DH relocated the tree rat today. It was not a happy camper when he found it in the have-a-heart trap. I think it’ll be happier where it is. I know I will be. We left the trap set up just in case there are more tree rats eyeing my tomatoes.
He took the squirrel over to the large wooded area near his mother’s house and set it free. He said it shot out of the cage and up the nearest tree. There, at a safe distance, it scolded him. I’m sure it had a few choice words for him after riding in the back of the pick up. I don’t like riding in the pick up.
I told DH he’d better hope it’s only squirrels that he catches. We have had skunks and opossums around here. We caught a skunk in the trap once. DH crept up to the cage and put a black trash bag over it. Then he ever so gently lifted the cage and carried it to his truck. When he got to the skunk’s destination, he lifted the cage and carried it across a field, set it down, somehow he managed to open it and remove the bag before running to his truck. Once the skunk cleared the area, he retrieved the cage. Lucky man didn’t come home stinking like a skunk…
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