Last week at the Farm, Margaret (owner of the Farm) went out in the evening to feed the babies. She discovered a skunk attacking Festus the Kid. She chased it away and it came back to attack again.
Margaret grabbed a pitchfork and bucket, managed to get the skunk in the bucket and get the bucket into another one full of water, where she drowned it.
The next day, Norm took the body to the Vet. Today we got the bad news – the skunk was rabid, as we feared. Norm had to put Festus down today and burn his body. We will have to put the other sheep and goats into quarantine and watch the cats and Odie the Dog for signs, as well, of the dread disease.
This is very bad news on many levels. A skunk coming out of hibernation with rabies? In the winter? Will there be more?
My friend and soon-to-be-neighbor Jody had to kill a raccoon in their barn this weekend. It was acting strangely. However, between she and Don, it took six shots to kill the raccoon and the last one was in the head, which ruined the chances of the vet testing it for rabies; they burned the body and will keep an eye out for other animals acting strangely.
But in the meantime, I am mourning the loss of a sweet young boy who was less than a month old. He was born with a floppy joint and struggled to walk, then mended so he was able to run and play with Valentino but now he is gone. Farewell, sweet boy!