Thread:Goathouse/@comment-30357300-20170426164203/@comment-29082502-20170428013039

Forgot to share about my past life with a 'pet' skunk. I found him on a rainy night, as he had washed out of his nest. He was just an infant and needed mother's milk, so I brought him in, dried him up, and gave him a bottle of goat's milk. It agreed with him, so we formed an attachment and he was allowed to have a nest in a corner of the barn. When he was walking, he learned how to drink out of a dish, and found yummy skunk food around the barn. He hung around for about 6 months and then expanded his environment. He would ride around on my daughter's shoulder, or mine, when he was little, and never got threatened by us. He would stomp his rear feet if something displeased him, and later, would hike his tail in warning. He never sprayed us, but did give one of the Anatolians a nosefull once! Ha,ha, she asked for it and learned her lesson. He was a great little guy, very pleasant and playful, but I knew he needed to go off on his way, eventually. When he brought his family back to visit, I realized how special it was. I have raised racoons, baby birds, whatever came my way for help. I should have gone into wildlife rehabilitation. But it was always the 🐐 s milk that saved baby mammals. A very special thing to be able to see them go back to nature.