Mark says I shouldn't do this post. It will scare some folks from coming for a visit or just upset others off because we killed it. We did. We killed it. We feel bad, but not too bad. I know many folks who relocate venomous snakes that lurk beside their door, but here, we don't. If they are off in the woods or on yonder hill, we walk off and let them do their thing, but if they are around our house or barn it is another story.
We were having a movie and chocolate afternoon when we began hearing Kate, the dog, having a manic barking fit. She has been doing this at night lately to keep the bears away from the apples, but it was a bit odd in the middle of the afternoon, so Mark slowly clambered out of the recliner to go have a look. I stayed put, licking my chocolate covered fingers. Shortly I heard a hoot and a holler and jumped up to see what happened. This is what I saw.The snake was right beside our back door in the newly stacked winter's supply of wood. Poor thing was probably just seeking some shade on a hot day. It is strange that Kate created such a fuss though. Normally she just walks right by snakes. Somehow, it seems, she knows the difference between the ones that can hurt you and the ones that can't. Mark is now calling her "Kate, the rattlesnake dog". And, it seems he takes more care in choosing just the right firewood pieces from the stack to heat our hot-tub.