Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

Hanging out in the park earlier this evening, cattitude looked over to the lawn in front of the Columbia boathouse, which is often occupied by Canada geese.

We saw a dark shape moving back and forth. While I was eliminating possibles, Cattitude identified it as "the skunk." It proceeded to move back and forth, slowly, over a patch of lawn for a few minutes, then finished whatever it was doing. It moved rapidly, away from us and from where people tend to be, then onto a bit of paved path that connects a building to the dock they launch the crew shells from. We watched for a little longer, then went back inside.

It's "the skunk" because he'd seen it once before, and we'd both smelled skunk on occasion in the last few years, so we knew one lived around here.