I took a picture of this Peacock. He is right up by the fence with his tail fanned out. It is hard to see because he blends in with the background. He is right between the two posts. I just noticed if you enlarge the picture of the Peacock you can see him good.
Another picture of a bear. The bears are so well fed with the bread you are allowed to feed them that a lot of time the bears don't even give the bread a second look.
SKUNK STORIES
Debbie remembers these stories and she thought I should put them on my blog. Another Bonney Lake story---
A little background.....We had a dugout partial basement under the house. We had a few shelves in the basement where I stored my home canned vegetables and fruits. We also had crocks for pickles and sauerkraut that I made.
I don't think we realized for awhile that we had skunks living in the basement. Usually skunks come out at night.
I am sure David in Alaska remembers this story too. We had the cat's dish out back by the sliding glass door. We would fill that dish in the morning and it used to last a couple of days or more. Then the dish started being empty every morning. We knew some animal was eating the cat food. We thought it was probably a Raccoon. One night we saw a skunk eating out of the dish. Your dad got his gun and he and David went out to sneak upon the skunk and shoot it. Someone had told your dad that if you shoot a skunk right between the eyes, it won't squirt. (Don't believe it) I know a couple of you kids, probably Dan and Darrell, were upset and said "don't shoot the kitty". I got everybody away from the door. We heard the gun go off and the next thing we noticed was the smell. The odor even filled the house. Linda, my step-daughter, took a can of hairspray and was spraying all over the house which I think just made it worse. We could hardly breathe the odor was so bad.
Poor David, being the oldest, always had to help with everything. They buried the skunk and had to come in to get other clothes. I made them bury the clothes they had on. Maybe I could have gotten the smell out but I just couldn't deal with it.
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We were still in Bonney Lake and we had an old station wagon. I guess a window must have been open. A lot of time we didn't close the driver's window unless it was raining because we had to use hand signals and it was just easier to have the window open unless it was cold or rainy. We were all going to a Church activity in Buckley. All you kids ran to the wagon and jumped into the back. I was just walking to the wagon when your dad opened the backdoor of the wagon and said in a voice none of us will ever forget. He said "get out of the car and don't make a sound and get into the house". I couldn't imagine what was going on. I thought something was going to explode in the car and even Debbie thought it must be a bomb. (That was way before people thought about violent things like we do now). Your dad came in to get his gun. He said there was a skunk in the car. He left the car door open. I imagine he was hoping it would get out of the car, which it did thank goodness. I guess he took the gun as a last resort. You would think after his other skunk experience he wouldn't even think about taking the gun. Anyway, we got back in the wagon and continued on to Buckley with no further problems.
What amazes me most about this incident is when all you kids jumped in the back and were probably fighting about where to sit as you usually did; that the skunk didn't spray on you guys. Another miracle in life.
Our Church wasn't even a ward at that time. It was just a branch. It was called the Buckley Branch. The building was originally a funeral parlor. The members put in a baptismal font. There was only cold water running into it. The Priesthood members had to carry hot water in big milk cans. The Bishop would try to wait and have several baptisms at once because it was so much work to fill the font. Even with the cans of hot water the water was still pretty cold. Debbie said she felt special because she actually got to be baptized on her birthday. The building the Buckley Branch was in is now a Museum.
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ANOTHER SKUNK STORY----This is a story that my mother told me about herself. My mother was actually somewhat of a tomboy. When she was a girl she said she was in their barn and she saw a skunk. She said she picked up a pitchfork and started to chase after the skunk. She said the skunk ran and hid in the hay so she decided not to go after it. I am sure that was very fortunate for her. Another thing my mother said was she and her sisters and brother did was get on top of the barn . She said you could look for miles. This was in Iowa where everything was so flat. My mother also lived through tornados. They had a storm cellar (like in the "Wizard of Oz". She said usually the cellar was half full of water when you had to climb into it. They could see the Tornado coming and they would run for the shelter. I hope Donna and I don't experience a Tornado in the Midwest.
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