Little skunk has come round again, padding soft through the damp dark. The camera picked him up tonight, and you can hear him – sniffling, clicking, a tiny percussion of curious noises as he moves along. Almost conversational, like he’s talking to the ground, or humming a tune meant only for his nose. He seems healthy, fur glossy, tail full, carrying himself with the careful confidence of someone who knows every corner is already mapped in scent.

I find myself leaning in closer, not to see but to listen. That soft clicking is oddly comforting, a heartbeat in miniature, stitched to the night. A reminder that even the smallest creatures carry music with them. Out there, under a low sky, rain still beading on leaves, he’s making his own kind of company.

The house is quiet, but not lonely – there’s little skunk, keeping time just outside the edge of the light.

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Two skunks in the back yard tonight, not just passing through this time, but pausing to play a little. Black and white shadows in the grass, rolling and darting, pausing, then darting again. A tiny comedy act under the stars, tails high but not in warning – just balance, just joy.

A little distant from the camera but I am delighted nonetheless. They circled each other, a soft shuffle in the dark, like kids inventing games only they understand. Then, as quickly as they appeared, they slipped off toward the brush at the edge of the yard, leaving the grass swaying in their wake.

A reminder: even night wanderers carry lightness.

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