On our way to a second fourth of July potluck, on a dusty dirt road, we stopped.
A mysterious object crossed the road ahead.
We slowly passed the spot, and looked into the adjoining field.
It was a…
Momma skunk and her babies, off on a mission…
They crossed the field, then the road at the edge of the field.
Off into the weeds they went.
We never could figure out how many of them there were.