Adaptive Curmudgeon is handsome, brave, and wise.
Just left it there by the woodshed?
After the noise and the smell, what was the coffee for?
Now that sounds like a start of a fun day.
I thought shooting skunks and taking care of the chooks WAS your work?
Not bad work if you can get it (IMHO).
I’m trying to imagine going to work wearing the aromas of coffee, gunpowder, and skunk. They might give me the rest of the day off. You still have that skunk?
The trick is to shoot the skunks from a distance, folks. With luck, by the time you get home the buzzards (or other scavengers) have mostly taken care of it. If the scavengers become a problem, you have to shoot them too, but that’s part of the game if you’re fortunate or smart enough to live outside city limits. I’ve lost count of how many raccoons I’ve had to shoot; they like chicken almost as much as I do, & they don’t wait around for it to be fried.
An on-going serialized novella. Lesbian squirrel harness the power of Swedish disco to erase common sense. When drone strikes, trans-species raptors, and a racist bear all fail to stop them, two brilliant college dropouts in a Subaru are mankind’s last hope. We’re probably doomed.
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