The dogs were barking madly one day last week. I went out to see what it was. It was this fellow on the porch, buzzing frantically and having a particularly bad day.
I don't like killing anything. Not even snakes. They're just trying to get by like everybody else. If he'd been further down the drive I would've left him alone. But all the dogs were surrounding him and sooner or later, one would've gotten bitten. So I grabbed my dad and my camera and took a picture before said father dispatched him with a pistol filled with bird shot.
He was big. About four and a half feet. Ten rattles and a button, which we placed in the calling-card tray by the door with half a dozen others. We think it's welcoming. Don't you? Ha!
Unable to find a yardstick to measure him with, I settled on a cane. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's a cane rattler. Be careful out there in this warm weather.
By the way, those of you who follow this blog will notice it's changed in appearance. I was playing with templates today and lost my old template. I can't figure out how to get it back. I'll be working on trying to create something attractive and easy on the eyes. If you see something you particularly like, take a screenshot and let me know.
Cheers.
