Snake in the Chicken Coop!
Yesterday morning was, shall we say, eventful, around here.
Usually I while the children run around doing chores like feeding bucks, chickens, etc.Well, I was almost finished milking when Lucas came and said, in a most serious voice “Mom, I have some news.”
He had gone to feed our chicks, who had just outgrown their brooder box, and been placed in the only 2 days before, when he spotted a snake inside with a suspicious lump in its belly. It had already eaten a chick.
You may not know this about me, but I don’t do snakes. At all. Like when my kids go to the zoo, they have to hope we meet friends there, because mommy is doing good to wait calmly outside the reptile house while other sweet mommies take them in. Like I don’t go into pet stores because I think the birds are squawking to warn me that the snakes are out. Like I dashed out the side door at Lucas’ school field trip because the exit they were leading us out was between 2 snake tanks. Who does that? Shame on you Huntsville Botanical Gardens! How about warning a girl?
I also cannot just let one roam around our property eating my animals, eating my children, eating me, etc, now can I? I’m the adult in charge during the day, so it was my job to handle it. Lucas had opened the door to let the chicks out, and I went to the house to prepare for battle. First, I needed my . *affiliate* I feel much safer in my muck boots.
Aren’t they pretty? |
Next I grabbed not one, not two, but THREE guns and I headed to the pasture. I tried to walk close to the coop, but my phobia prevented me getting as close as might have been prudent, so instead, I went to my garden. I feel safe there. (Don’t worry, the coop was near the garden, at least.) I set my excess guns down on the beehive. Bees don’t scare me, by the way. And I set to the business at hand.
This shot was taken last month, before anything was growing, but the coop is still in the same spot! |