I was cycling on Albert Street just west of Preston when I spied a young lady hunched over, bike laying on the grass. Accident? Mechanical trouble?
It turned out to be rather more interesting. There was very young baby skunk, a bit larger than a chipmunk, stuck on the edge of the road, unable to climb the curb. When approached, it raised its tail.
Hmm. It was squinting, so it didn’t like the daylight. Solution: a large-ish plastic bag in hand, I walked up to it and sort of rolled it into the bag. Female.
Walked over the taller grass on the north side of the path, and rolled it out. It spotted the taller grass, and within seconds was winding its way into the cover.
In the direction of Bluesfest.
I do hope they get along together.