My mother, who was not terribly enthusiastic about this find at first, quickly turned on the maternal instincts and came up with a feeding plan, researched on the web, and found someone to rehabilitate these little critters so Clay would not have to smuggle them onto the Air France plane.
My kids will have to say goodbye to their skunk friends, that have been named, mind you. They assure me they can tell the difference between each and every one.
|My sister's reaction to baby skunks|
|Molly and Clay tried to get baby skunks to eat|
|Emma doing skunk CPR|