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It's mid-December. Cooler, recent rain. Skunks seem tobe
everywhere.
Out neighborhood skunk, at first thought to have sprayed in the
drivewawy, was run over in the street Sunday night.
A healthy one -- strong white marking rather than the shabby
yellowing of older skunks -- that I think recognized me.
It had certainly seen me 3 or 4 times, most recently on Friday night.
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Yet another critter story. Last night a young skunk (nice,
bright symetrical white V from its nape to its hips) drank from the
pond in the back yard. It first licked water off its foot or the
small cascade of greenery falling from the bank across the bricks into
the water. Then it moved to the overgrown bit and seemed to drink
freely. I was worried about the behaviour, remembering that an
inordinate thirst was a symptom of poisoning.
In early winter, the first skunks and raccoons are usually yearlings
and cute.
Early in the am, its asperasa pee smell lingers at the front of the
driveway.
When I got home from work the guy who walks his pit bull was there,
distressed, and showed us the dear skunk trying to get comfortable in
an exposed corner among the greenery on the streetside of the house.
Inappropriate behaviour on the part of a feral animal means that you
have to call animal control. In Pasadena that means the Humane
Society.
Without so much as a knock on the door, the dear creature has been
taken away. Tomorrow I'll call. Did it live through the
night? Do they relocate or return the animal to where is was
taken?
If it's weak, I should tell them to bring it into the back yard where
it will know that there's room under both the garage next door and our
small shed.
Update.
They had to put the dear down. Had it lived they'd have relocated
it in a wild setting. In the end, they ended up taking 150 cats
on the day from some crazy old lady who had kept them in her
house. They were moved to the Humane Society shortly before a
surprising amount of rain collapsed their roof.
However nobel their intentions, they probably had greater concerns on
the day.
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Sitting outside the Southwestern terminal at the Burbank Airport.
It's mid-day, mid-week and there are 40 limo drivers standing around
talking to each other. Most have hand printed card with names on
them. Their cologne gives cheap black suit and tie a bad name.
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This is a photo of our back yard. It's about 50 feet across and
40 feet deep. On the south is a small pond, in the middle an
attempt at a veggie garden, and tucked aside by the BBQ is another
wallow, this one of soft soil. I hope to someday see the critters
rolling in it like cats.
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Walking between Gold Line stations
Allen to Lake 2.9
Memorial Park 1.3
Del Mar .6
Filmore .5
Fair Oaks, Columbine, Fremont, Mission
South Pasadena 1.8
El Centro, Meridian, Monteray,
Pasadena, York, Figeroa, Ave 57