Last night I found a baby skunk on my road. He couldn’t walk, but he wasn’t bleeding and he was still very much alive. I wasn’t sure what to do, since it was midnight and I couldn’t call anyone. So I googled “injured skunk”.
The internet told me to check and see if the skunk was really orphaned or injured (check), then put on gloves and pick it up, holding the tail end away from me (check), and contact a wildife rehabilitation organization. So I put him in a laundry basket and this morning, I was able to connect with Sierra Wildlife Rescue. I left a message, and a nice lady called me back. She asked if I could meet her in Coloma, since she lives in Georgetown… so I put the little baby in the back of the Subaru, and I met her in Coloma. She took the little baby skunk and gave him some painkillers and fluids, and put him in a little carrier with a warming blanket so she could take him back to her house.
Apparently, she’s a volunteer, and she takes injured baby skunks and keeps them, feeds them, rehabilitates them, and then releases them back into the wild. I hope my little skunk is okay. I feel like I have a new family member. She told me she would email me with pictures, if “the outcome is good”. So I’m crossing my fingers…
I think I’ll call him Oscar.
I think I’ve found my soulmate. Her name is Tiffany/Amber/Megan/Nicole. Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re soulmates, except that (A) I don’t believe in soulmates, because I follow the prophet, and (B) I’m not gay (see above).
How do I know we’re soulmates?
“I love diet coke. But more than that, I love to talk (and blog) about how I know it’s a WAY bad habit and I’m trying to cut back so I pretend that I only have one can a day. For some unknown reason, I love pretending a sugar-free soda is meth.”
I’ve done a couple of great day hikes in the past few weekends. Mount Diablo near Walnut Creek, and Bassi Falls up off Highway 50 past Pollock Pines.
Round One: Mount Diablo. Connor did so well on the hike. We hiked about two miles, roundtrip, with a nearly 1000-foot vertical gain. It was a beautiful day – blue sky and breezy. Lots of people driving around in their convertibles. At the trailhead, we saw this little guy getting a drink out of the faucet. Didn’t even flinch when we walked up to take a picture. Animals that aren’t scared of people = slightly creepy. (Still cute though.)
When we got to the top, we could see the whole valley. A little hazy – but still pretty cool.
Round Two: Bassi Falls. WHAT a FUN trip. Oh wow – we had a great time. We went with some friends, and Connor got to hike with the boys. He LOVED it.
It’s an amazing place. The water comes crashing out of the mountain, onto some enormous boulders, then filters down in streams and rivulets over a wide swath of flat granite and trees.
Origin of the falls:
View from the other direction:
Connor brought his Pokemon toys – and played in the little streams while the bigger kids climbed up to the top. Then the boys made little boats out of duct tape and pulled them along with strings in the water. It was great – almost like we borrowed some older brothers for him. Sometimes I feel like he’s missing out, not having siblings… but not this weekend. Nope. This weekend, he wasn’t missing anything at all.