Usually I enjoy my mornings here in the country: the breeze that wafts through the cottage, the sight of blue jays as they frolic in my backyard, the sounds of nature rather than the sounds of the BQE. Except today, when I was rather rudely awakened by an aroma. Not the pleasant aroma of earth after a rain, or newly mown grass. The aroma of an animal not happy with life. The ever-popular eau du skunk.
Hideous smell, but great alarm clock!