which, in retrospect seems silly, but here's what happened I was working in my studio and there was a crazy clattering noise outside, sounded like it was tapping loudly on two sides of the building at once. Mixed in was a shriek kind of sound and a high-pitched softer sound that seemed like the voice of something in distress. For a few seconds I was thinking i was going to be abducted by aliens, then a tidal wave of skunk smell hits me. My guess is that an owl was struggling to kill a skunk right behind the back corner of the studio about 10 feet away and it just permeated the wall. Fuck, I may need a tomato juice bath.
I heard a weird sound last night as well, and it was followed by an owl hooting. Happened several times in a row. I didn't smell anything though. We do have skunks around here. I didn't think owls could make that kind of sound.... but maybe they can?
Skunks can make a lot of sounds from growling to screeching like children or pigs. Never enjoy them around, cept they do keep the field mice away.
You had a rare Owl wastes Skunk situation. Consider yourself lucky that dozens of shrews did not invade your studio.
In Oregon somebody is going to say you smell good after a skunk bath...probably ask what strain you're smoking
It's just a modest sound studio, not like your days on Let's Make A Deal. I can get you in but you have to buy me a beer next time I'm in Bellingham.
Back in the day when I was a young balls on home inspector, I met many son o bitch varmints in crawl spaces and attics. I was in that business 25 years and I would........ (never do it again). Fuck that! It would have been better to work in a municipality or for the State. I would have been retired years ago. Episode One. I was performing a job for a little East Indian buyer who wanted to come into the attic space with me. Told him to wait. It was an "L' shaped rancher and in mid August I was crawling forward sweating and pissed off doing that shit. Around the corner facing an approximate 24"by 24" paper wasp nest at a gable turned my hair"gray on the spot". The bastards were coming out and agitated at mid day. I backed out covering my mouth to prevent their sense of carbon dioxide. Approaching the hatch for escape, the little Indian guy was in the way asking two or three questions at once. I said "Get the hell outta here. "Get Out" as the wasps were sensing me as "intruder". I was pushing his little head down the ladder as I cowered in fear. lol On another adventure, I inspected a crawl in a mid 1700's farmhouse which had low clearances and multiple interconnected crawl spaces. Up ahead, deep inside and under restraint I met a Raccoon with her newly born entourage. That was no good and to this day, I'll never forget the hissing pissed off attitude it had. I have more stories......... So, if you want to buy a house consult a member of ASHI (American Society of Home Inspectors) so you could joke on his head while blocking an attic hatch with wasps hovering over his head.
