Oh,That Smell

Two nights ago, while getting logs from the woodpile, a scent was noticed in the air. It was reminiscent of a combination of wet dog, dung, and dirt. We determined that the smell had come either from a creature lurking in the forest below or one who had just passed through the side yard.


Whatever made the smell must have been dirty and furry enough to collect a strong odor in its pelt. A bear just about ready to settle down for the winter, or perhaps just a raccoon?


This incident reminds us of what I always remember when out in the yard, especially at dusk: You’re never alone in the forest, and your stealthy woodland companions are watching you.