
In the early days of the Hen House, we had an animal explosion–lots of baby animals arrived to live in or near the Hen House. Streak was not part of that explosion, but she was a large part of our lives.
In those days, when oldest daughter Indra (“OD: in a previous story with all three daughters) needed a pet of her own.
You could adopt a skunk, if it had been raised five generations from the wild. This was supposed to dilute out the rabies virus that skunks might carry.
When we adopted her, Streak was just a baby, a















Column by VERONICA ENICINAS
