says Daisy, you can smell 'em! Rather than some ol' groundhog somewhere, we judge the length of winter by the scent of skunk in the air. When the skunks come out of hibernation, get run over in a desperate search for a mate, and releasing their, uh, perfume, it is almost spring. Dead skunks in the middle of the road....everywhere. That said, we're expecting snow. Drat.
Photo by Wm, age 3 and 11 mos.
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