So yesterday I took the tarp off and ... nothing.
But wait. What's that tucked inside the fold? (Click on the images to enlarge them.)
There's the little rascal:
And he ain't happy.
Somehow he decided that that was HIS (her?) mower deck.
It took more than a bit of coaxing to dissuade him of the notion.
(I should mention, for those who wonder why I don't just shoot the little bastard, I live by the "mutual coexistence" standard. They eat rodents and bugs - and, yes, baby birds, more on that in a second - and I'm in favor of them eating rodents and bugs. And they leave me alone. So ...)
Finally, I hook up the mower to my tractor and I'm heading back west along the fence line, when I look over at a bluebird box that I'd built a while back ...
I think there had been a nest of sparrows in the box. Operative words being "had been."
At the end of the day, I pulled the tractor into the shed, looked up, and saw another snake in the rafters above my head. (No photo this time; it was a tad too dark.)
Mutual coexitence is one thing, but geeeeezzz.
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While I'm on the subject, I might mention - those three snakes were all black snakes (4 to 7 feet long). I can deal with them. But while I was replacing fence posts last weekend, I happened to look down at my boots, and saw one of these bad boys curled up in the tall grass about a foot from my big toe:
Black snakes are cute and cuddly. Copperheads on the other hand ...
With a gentle nudge, he too wandered off to frighten the bejeebers out of someone else, hopefully on a farm far, far away.
I love Spring.