Greetings.
It has been some time since we last sent out an update. As you can imagine, we've been busy.
Hurricane writes:
I saw a skunk. It was not spraying. It was in our yard. Me and Underfoot found it's hiding place. It was hiding under ground. It did not smell good. It did not smell bad.
It was trying to eat our chickens. Somebody
came and took the skunk away. Then they let it go. The end.
Lance writes:
We noticed that something was digging near our chicken coop. One Saturday morning, I noticed the distinctive look of a skunk tail poking out from underneath the scout. I went all the way around the house to get a better look (from a safe distance, of course!) To my surprise, I found myself face to face with a skunk. He was not more than 4 feet away, happily sitting on the front passenger tire of the scout. In an effort to encourage the skunk to leave, I started up the scout. Unfortunately, the skunk went into the back yard, rather than the front yard.
A friend was kind enough to loan us a trap. After 4 unsuccessful attempts, I was able to catch him. The trick was to tie up the meat in a piece of wire and hang it in the right place. That caused the skunk to have to work at getting the bait. Just minutes after setting the trap, I heard the unmistakable sound of the trap door, closing behind him. My heart was racing as I approached the trap with a towel to cover the skunk. In the morning my friend who loaned me the trap picked up the skunk and released him in the desert.
Hurricane writes:
I didn't play very well. I was playing Ode to Joy. I also played Deb Kahora.
Lance writes:
In other news, Underfoot had a piano recital as well.
He played O Christmas
Tree and sounded beautiful. He performed a duet
with another piano student. It was nice to have the duets because the
total length of the recital was about half as long as last year. Over
the last 3 weeks, Wendy went to a continuing education class. We decided
early in our marriage for her to keep her counseling license current as
an insurance policy. At church our congregation was put into a new
stake. A stake is a collection of wards (congregations). Also Wendy got
her hair styled. It looks better than I thought it would.
Hurricane also had a
Polar Express day at school and a school musical performance.
We
hope your Christmas and holiday preparations bring you the joy you
seek. A tradition we've always loved is an Advent calendar that focuses
on Jesus Christ and the promised blessings he brought because he was
born. It has been some time since we last sent out an update. As you can imagine, we've been busy.
Hurricane writes:
I saw a skunk. It was not spraying. It was in our yard. Me and Underfoot found it's hiding place. It was hiding under ground. It did not smell good. It did not smell bad.
Lance writes:
We noticed that something was digging near our chicken coop. One Saturday morning, I noticed the distinctive look of a skunk tail poking out from underneath the scout. I went all the way around the house to get a better look (from a safe distance, of course!) To my surprise, I found myself face to face with a skunk. He was not more than 4 feet away, happily sitting on the front passenger tire of the scout. In an effort to encourage the skunk to leave, I started up the scout. Unfortunately, the skunk went into the back yard, rather than the front yard.
A friend was kind enough to loan us a trap. After 4 unsuccessful attempts, I was able to catch him. The trick was to tie up the meat in a piece of wire and hang it in the right place. That caused the skunk to have to work at getting the bait. Just minutes after setting the trap, I heard the unmistakable sound of the trap door, closing behind him. My heart was racing as I approached the trap with a towel to cover the skunk. In the morning my friend who loaned me the trap picked up the skunk and released him in the desert.
Hurricane writes:
I didn't play very well. I was playing Ode to Joy. I also played Deb Kahora.
Lance writes:
In other news, Underfoot had a piano recital as well.
