SNAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL…

Aug 23, 2014 by

SNAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL…
Mitch, the dog, and I stroll down to get a tall, grande latte

Mitch, the dog, and I stroll down to get a tall, grande latte

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The road ends just past house!

Every once in a while, I get a reminded I really am living in the country.  Sure, I’m literally a hundred yards from a Starbucks and I look out my living room window and see Marble Falls down the hill where the orange HEB sign looks back at me in the distance.  The Thursday morning garbage truck is also a reminder I’m living amongst the more civilized parts of the world.  All the indicators are there that I’m in a neighborhood with restrictions, codes, and control.  But, at night, the  pasture that is about fifty yards away on the other side creeps it’s way into our yard and reminds us we are steps away from Mother Nature.  What a glorious combination!  You see, in our yard is a big ol’ concrete bird bath that came with the house when Dennis bought it.  It truly is an eyesore—but just like the old Timex commercial, it just refuses to die.  It has been knocked over by riding lawn mowers and weathered freezes that should have cracked the cement and deemed it useless.  But at night, it becomes a watering hole for all the wildlife that is clamoring for water in this horrible, record breaking Texas drought.  Of course, there is the usual white tailed deer (the very same animal that Dennis spends thousands of dollars, drives hundreds of miles to stay in a shack to hunt) and the biggest, fattest doves that the famous caterer, Don Strange, would have salivated over to serve at his world renown shindigs, and every once in a while a bird with obvious cataracts flies into a window or glass door.  Sometimes, we will see a grey fox stretching up on it’s hind legs to lap some of the precious water.  My neighbor, Susie, swears when she first moved across the street she saw a black bear stroll down her back fence line (old timers verified there used to be a lot of black bears in our area).  Up until this morning, the only downside was Mitch, the dog, barking in the middle of the night at whatever had sneaked in to quench it’s thirst.  But this morning, the civilized world and Mother Nature crossed paths.   It was a little before 7AM and I was outside letting Mitch do his business.  While standing on the patio, I thought I’d go ahead and water the potted plants to get a jump on the expected 102 degree day.  It was still a little shadowy, but I could see the spent rose

The ugly bird bath

The ugly bird bath

blooms so I gave them a quick clip-which I love to do (talk about instant gratification).  When I finished, I went to turn on the water faucet that is on the side of the house nestled in the knock-out rose bushes that by the way the deer have started nibbling on since the food sources have burned up in the blazing heat.  Anyway, as I am reaching down to turn the faucet handle, I (thank God) see a snake wrapped around the handle and it’s tail continues to be wrapped around the connected hose.  Please excuse any misspellings at this point because I’m shaking all over again and may hit the wrong key on the computer.  I obviously did not question the authority of the snake to be there and withdrew my hand.  I think I just stared at it for a while.  Now, let me say right here and now, I’m not really afraid of snakes.  I’m just afraid I can’t tell a “good snake” from a “bad snake”.  I know, I know, there are lots of people that will say there is no such thing as a good snake, but I’m not one of them.  At least while I’m sitting on my sofa in the living room I profess there are good snakes and I have actually held snakes that has been deemed harmless.  But since there was no qualified expert to approve this snake,  I calmly picked up Mitch and went

This is the faucet where the snake was wrapped around

This is the faucet where the snake was wrapped around

back in the house to get the iPhone to take a picture.  Well, by the time I got the phone, found the ap icon (and I might say it was pretty tuff to punch that little thing with a finger shaking like I had the D T’s), and got back outside, the snake had vamoosed.  Again, I froze.  Where was it?  The first place I looked was my ankles.  I then fanned out around my feet.  I started looking for anything that was moving or slithering. By this time, it was full daylight and I could see it was not in the flowerbed.  Nowwhere in sight.  The only thing I could think of was it had crawled up the rain gutter that runs down by the fireplace.  FYI, I’m now starting to look over at the empty fireplace to see if anything is moving.  The good news is, it probably was a “good snake”.  Sure it was.  Did I ever tell you about the time we found a coral snake under the buffet in the living room…………….?  And now that I think about it, an owl tried to swoop down and get Mitch just a few weeks ago.  Good grief, now that I think about it, I live in the wilderness………….

Post Note:   After talking to friends and looking on the internet, I think the snake was a baby Diamondback Rattler.  Definitely, a bad snake.  Bad, bad snake.

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Where I think the snake went

Where I think the snake went

Now, I hesitate to get garden tools out of the baskets!

Now, I hesitate to get garden tools out of the baskets!

OF NOTE: SINCE WRITING THIS, WE’VE SEEN A SNAKE IN THE GARAGE-THIS IS TURNING INTO A SCI-FI/HORROR MOVIE!

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