Along the banks of Salt Creek that divides my pastures into two sections, I find burrows of armadillo, skunk and other critters. Back at the barn, below the ranch house during the night, various critters slide under the wall railings and scour for grain that falls through feed bins. When I walk the dogs in the early morning — about 5:00 a.m. — I scan the trail for tail of skunk so as to avert a stinky collision of critter and dog. When my dogs are sprayed by the effective skunk, I wash them in tomato juice. That has not happened in thirty years as I have successfully intercepted the fight — at least thus far.