Thanks to my sister and her garden, as of this evening, I now have another 8 pints of salsa in my pantry. We go through a great deal of salsa around here, so I’m very grateful to have her excess tomatoes and peppers.
My garden has been nothing to brag about by a long shot. In the past week, not only did I have to pick all my corn but I’ve had to grab tomatoes when they first start turning… because… SKUNKS!
Everyone up and down the creek has been complaining about them. While I’m usually a “live and let live” girl, once they breach my yard fence and come eat the bounty of my garden, it’s war. I’m also down three chickens. Now I don’t know if the hens have been abducted by aliens, fox, or skunks… but the ones you see get the blame.
I guess I’ve called Bravo off of too many skunks for him to be aggressive with them. He will huff and bluff and bark… and the little stinkers will huff and bluff and let loose. About five minutes ago, another wave of scent came drifting in the window. Ugh.
Two nights ago, I shot two of the little buggers. Bravo alerted me to one, a BIG skunk… and I pressured him enough that he left my yard and was out in the field before I took my shot. Turning to my chicken coop, I packed my .22 along and good thing, too, as another was just outside my gate!
I hoped that was all… but obviously my nose is telling me differently. Since I didn’t hear Bravo huff at one, maybe he won’t be too fragrant tomorrow. I hope not, as we have cow work coming up. He might have to actually ride on the back of a pickup if he’s too bad! Yish!Find me here!