Le mew, le pant, le puff.
Three, count ’em, three skunks saw fit to amble out from under our deck this morning and across to the neighbor’s yard for a leisurely brunch of cat food. Skunks are known chicken predators and the whole thing is making me very anxious, in spite of our stringent security measures. We’ll be boarding up the holes in the deck ASAP. Maybe they’ll move on.