There is an overgrown field behind my house that hubby and I are always planning on clearing. Because of a ravine, having it brush-hogged is not an option. This is the season for "Clearing the Field." So this evening while hubby was fixing the wheel barrow in preparation for the heavy work ahead, I grabbed my ratcheting lopping shears and took off to The Field. My trusty Beagle and my devoted Pomeranian mix followed. I started by trimming a couple of tree branches so I could enter the Dark Zone - also know as Don't go in there! There's poison ivy over there! - and start with the most difficult area first. So I was lopping limbs and tossing them into a pile and topping wannabe trees and in general making good progress. By this time the cats-who-think-they-must-follow had joined me. I was lopping, tossing, admiring the sunset and just plain enjoying the late afternoon. When the first hint of skunk assailed my nostrils. I carefully looked around, I could see nothing resembling a skunk. The smell got fairly strong as I looked and looked. Still not a sign of the source of the stench. I had decided to ease through the barbed wire fence and cross the pasture to any place the smell was not. Then I noticed my orange tabby raise her head, then get up on her hind legs and turn her head like an owl searching for the skunk. I might have even giggled a little at her antics. Thankfully the dogs had left the area. I heard a chittering sound nearby and thought oh boy this is it, I am gonna get sprayed. I froze, the cats froze - the gray cat was at my feet - and here came the skunk. Cute as it was, it was not welcome in my vicinity. The skunk wandered over to within about 10 ft of my little clearing and paused, sniffed the air, turned and left without any of us getting sprayed. As soon as it left, we did too - in the other direction! So glad the dogs had left the area because I am sure we would have all been sprayed!