Yesterday afternoon I stepped out of the shower and from the corner of my eye I saw something sitting on the top of the window. I grabbed my towel and hid behind it in horror!
It was just sleepy Tilly. Normally this wouldn’t unnerve me , but just a few days before, there was something else sitting on the top of the window that really gave me the heebeegeebees.
I spent most of the morning cleaning the chicken coop and refilling the food and water containers. I petted both of the young chicks for a long time as they sat on the roost below, then as I was shutting the door to the chick closet I happened to look up, and there it was….a huge rat snake sitting there on the ledge above the window just looking at me with its tongue flickering in the air. I can’t tell you haw many time I had my face within 5 inches of the snake, and I never noticed it.
As you can see from the photo, I was too much of a wimp to re-enter the coop to get a real photo of the snake on the ledge. Instead, I ran up to the house to let Manny know there was a huge snake in the coop!
He walked right in the coop and grabbed it. I gave him a trash-can to put it in while we decided what to do with it.
After a lot of convincing on Manny’s part, he finally got his little sister and me to agree the horse barn would be a perfect place for the rat-snake to live.
While Sissy and I watched in terror from a safe distance sitting on the golf-cart at the barn’s entrance, Manny released the snake.
You would think the snake would have curled up between the hay bales waiting for the next barn mouse to walk by, but nooooo. Instead, it shot out onto the shed roof over the horse run-in.
The shed roof is inches thick with wet pine straw and leaves, so it wasn’t hot in the least…so I have no explanation as to why the snake went as fast as it could to the end of the roof at the entrance to the barn right where Sissy and I were sitting on the golf-cart and…..
literally jumped off.
Ok, maybe it didn’t jump…maybe it hung there with most of the length of its body swaying before it decided to drop on the ground right beside us.
Yes, we screamed like girls, wet our pants and ran!
As you can see, even though I had a camera in my hand, I failed to get the shot. I don’t think I’ll be getting a call from National Geographic anytime soon to go on their next expedition as a field photographer.
The snake turned and went back into the barn. Sissy and I decided we could not co-exist with a roof jumping snake, and that it would have to live somewhere else.
There was a re-capture.
And a successful re-release.
The last time we saw him, he was headed straight back to the coop.
I’m worn out…how about you?