I was pedalling down the bike trail last night, wondering if the Latin alphabet was unconstitutional under the Establishment Clause, when I suddenly sensed that someone was grinding French Roast coffee quite nearby. Glancing around at the trees, the swamp, the fields, it seemed a little unlikely. Then I realized it was skunk that I was smelling. I didn’t linger.
The trail seems to be unusually lively this spring. I startled a woodchuck the other night, and also raced an odd-looking yellow bird that may have been a goldfinch (although it looked too narrow).
[edited to add:]
The bird won. Just for the record.