...to a National Geographic photographer. That's sure what it felt like this morning, except I had two little girls swarming around me. I don't think NG would put up with that. This morning while Little Man was taking his nap, I sent Chloe and Emily outside to play. It's such a beautiful morning, and I have a list of chores I need to get done. I was up inside the tub, mid-scrub, when Chloe came running up telling me about a poor baby bird that fell out of it's nest. Awww, so I followed her outside to show me what she was talking about. Right behind her swing set, she points underneath a bush at a bird that doesn't sound too happy. First off, that wasn't a baby bird...too big. So I asked her where the baby bird was. "It's right there, see? Next to the snake." Oh, right next to the...WHAT?!??! She was so calm about it, like it was a squirrel, or a kitten. I guess that weekend at the cabin did wonders for her. Yes folks, we have a blake snake in our backyard. And even though I was creeped-out to the fullest extent, I couldn't stop taking pictures of it. So I sit there, trying to figure out what was going on between the bird and the snake. The bird was puffed up and squawking at the snake, and there were times that it flew in to peck at it. The snake wasn't having any of that, so I watched it coil and snap at the bird. Fascinating! I quickly figured out that there were two birds, and they just wanted the snake to get lost. Me, I was siding with the birds, cheering them on. After I thought I took enough pictures, (about 15 minutes worth) I gathered the kids and went inside. And don't worry, I kept the girls safely behind me at all times. I don't think that would've done much good if the snake decided it didn't want it's picture taken and started to come after me. But, the girls can run pretty fast, and I think they would be able to outrun the snake. I think the more interest I took in the snake and taking pictures, the more nervous Chloe became. She started saying things like "I'm never ever going to play on my swing set again" (she's saying this as she's swinging) and "Can we call a zoo worker to come and take this snake away?" After we got inside, the girls went down to the playroom and I went back to scrubbing my tub. But I couldn't stop thinking about that snake. I didn't want it in my backyard, and I would feel much better if I knew where it was. I don't know why, but I really wish I could attach a beacon to it somehow. Back outside I went. I get to the spot, and it's gone. Uh oh. I cautiously look around and I found it not far from where I was standing, making it's way to our mulch pile. It was trying to go IN the mulch pile. Well, that wouldn't do. Oh how I wish I were brave (like some people I know) and pick it up by the tail and put it over the fence and into my neighbors yard. I'm sure that they are much more tolerant of snakes. But I couldn't. I watched it bury itself deeper and deeper, until, the birds came back. And madder than ever. While the snake was half-buried, they started to peck at it again. It pulled itself out and started to lunge at them again. The birds grew fearless now, and were pecking furiously at this snake. Which by the way, just looked like he wanted to get away from these crazy birds. Here I am, cheering on the birds as the snake slithers through the fence into my neighbors yard. At least I think it was my neighbors yard and not behind our shed, that's what I keep telling myself so I will be able to sleep at night. Or at least go outside again. Now for the pictures:
Ohhh, it's looking at me
There it goes, to my mulch pile
Trying to dig in
The bird wasn't having that
Fight, fight, fight!
Now there are two birds
And the snake just wants to get away
That's right, you better run-I mean slither!
Looking for a way out