Hunter and I were cleaning up sticks in the yard and taking them back to a burnpile at the edge of the woods when what did we almost run over with the wheelbarrow but a baby skunk. I think he had been so busy eating wild strawberries near the burnpile that he didn't hear us coming. He was so little, I immediately started scanning for a mother nearby. He didn't really try to spray so I picked him up to show Hunter (I had gloves on, of course, and so did Hunter.) We then carried him back to show Dad who was not too happy with our discovery. He had good reason of course. Mom did not think until that moment what kind of example she was setting for Hunter about leaving wild animals alone. We snapped a couple pictures, took him out to the woods to let go, and then talked the rest of the evening about how skunks can spray stinky spray and should be left alone. Why is it I don't think these things through first instead of just acting without thinking? I think I am just trying to give him a love for God's creation, but I need to find a better way to do it...maybe not such a "hands-on" approach. Thankfully, tonight we got lucky. Hunter's final comment before bed tonight was, "Skunks do have cute little feet though, Mom."
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