..... Evenings however are more my "thing"!

On Tuesday evenings in the summer our drum circle gathers in the gazebo in the park in downtown. I usually sit in the North, a habit of mine....

I have a clear view of the park, the adjacent side road and the houses and gardens beyond.

For the last few evenings I had noticed, that we have not only the rather ordinary large black Squirrels here in town, we also have at least two, who have quite a few white blotches in their otherwise black fur. It is fun to drum and at the same time watch them racing up the trees and across the hydro lines...:)

So I was somewhat used to seeing little black and white critters hopping across the gras.

But wait a minute!

This little one there - - that was not one of the Squirrels!

That was a baby Skunk!

With much determination the tiny fellow made its way across the green expanse, through the flower beds of the war memorial and towards the busy main road.

Forget drumming, I was going to prevent the little Zhigaag wag (Ojibwa) getting hurt - or run over.

So I ran at an angle across the grass to intercept him. He was not impressed or in any way afraid when I blocked his way.

He stubbornly again and again tried to walk around me towards Main Street!

I was rapidly running out of room, just a few steps to the sidewalk. People started to stop and cars honked their horn. My drum circle friends were laughing, making jokes and having a lot of fun.

Little Zhigaag wag was NOT having fun at all and pressed on. I did not want to get "perfumed" and so did not grab the little tyke; I would have loved to just "sack him and take him to my wooded home far far away from any cars...

But I had nothing to put him into for transport and I just could not afford to smell like Pepe Le' Pew's lover next morning on the Farmer's Market....

So I grabbed an old newspaper out of the trash can and shoved him rather roughly around into the direction where he came from. He sort of got the idea and hesitantly started back across the lawn; me screeching and hollering and waving the newspaper less than a yard behind his plumed backside.

It was quite a show and we had quite an audience!

Finally at the other side of the park; then across the side street and into the first garden......

Somewhere here should be his mom and his siblings!

I hope he will be all right, living in downtown......

I hope he will be mindful of humans, dogs and cars....