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By James G. Brown
Special to the Rappahannock News
New grass cushioned the tires as I drove through the pasture the other evening, on my way back to the house. The Jeep topped a small rise and a skunk shuffled across the path in front of me. It wasn t bothered by the vehicle so I stopped to watch as it moved from one bunch of grass to another, poking and nuzzling at each to uncover whatever insects might suit its pallet. It was probably a male.
At this time of year a female would be leading a train of look-alike miniatures, alternately bunching and lagging behind her. And he was almost all white. Not an albino; he didn’t have the telltale pink skin. He was just white, except for the smallest lateral flash of black fur low7 on each side.
I watched the skunk as long as I thought I could without intruding on his routine, then went my way.
This evening I dropped in on the neighbors, lifelong residents of the farm that now7 includes our home, to visit and to tell them about the skunk. We sat on the porch as the sun sank through the oak branches toward its daily refuge behind the Blue Ridge.
The new leaves had just enough form to give a muted, lace effect to the light without
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