This afternoon I was sitting and knitting, we both began to hear thunder in the distance. It wasn’t long before the dark clouds began rolling in.
To me .. Sunday afternoon . . thunderstorm . . that can mean one thing . . naptime! I heard the rain hitting the bedroom window but I slept right through whatever moved through here. Next thing I knew, more thunder woke me up. I looked at the clock and it was 7:15 p.m. I had been sleeping two hours so I jumped up and went to take care of the chickens before the next storm rolled in.
As I rounded the corner headed to the coop, I met Vince and he had already gone out and fed and watered the chickens and gathered eggs AND came across a snake in the coop. The snake had already consumed a few eggs and a golf ball so he was in no mood for traveling.
The weird thing is that we had chickens three years in Missouri and this is our fifth year to have them here. One year we had two snakes in one coop and that’s it. This year, 14 snakes so far, 11 of them inside the coops.
Thank goodness it was Vince and not me out there, still half asleep from my long nap. It’s going to be a very long time, maybe never, before I can open those coops without holding my breath and hoping there’s not a snake in there.