... we didn't plant it,
from a tiny bird
which is 3 inches short of 6 feet
...and has many little heads on it.
I can't wait to dry them and string them onto a wired garland in the fall...
~that is, unless said tiny bird comes back to reclaim it!
(barefooted, mind you)
this visitor came slithering about....
out of my wild-flower patch.
I am not afraid of snakes...not one bit.
in fact, it's my dear husband who
screams like a little girl when he sees one...
I am the one who grabs them and carries them off to the woods
to remove them from the barnyard...
this one is also just shy of about 6ft. long...
...a little female, looking for a fresh chicken-egg.
I called out to Peter to tell him it was here,
...but forgot that Lazy, our Black Lab/Beagle mix
(affectionately know as a Bleagle)
and knows the word "SNAKE" very well indeed.
so he comes running to the 'rescue' everytime.
(our now monstrous 218lb. Great Pyrenes)
well...he's under the front porch.
observing from afar.
just in case Lazy needs back-up.