Sunday morning started out as nice as could be. I had the honor of taking Dr George Archibald out to the pen to meet the chicks. He kept the birds busy while I did chores. Number 3-17 did his watchdog impression but quickly settled down.
When it was time to go I double checked the gate and connected the fencer wires.
As always, when one leaves the pen, the last thing to do is to turn the hot wire on. I touch it with the back of my finger to make sure it’s working. Well it barely bit me, so I hugged Dr. Archibald goodbye and whispered the the fencer was grounding out somewhere and I needed to do a lap around the pen to fix it. He set off on his journey and I started weeding my way around the pen and checking the wire. It looked fine, not touching anything, not slipped off the insulators. Hmmmm. Brooke changed the battery a week ago, but that was the only other thing to check, so I took the lid off the battery box and there was the resident Garter Snake.
Ugh, ok, I can handle this I told myself. I took a couple of pictures as he slithered down. I stared at the box for a minute, willing him to slither out and off. He did not. So, I took a deep breath and picked the battery up and set it in the shed. It was very bright out and the box was in the shade, and I had a fogged up helmet on, but I was pretty sure I saw 2 snakes! I took a picture and sent it to Bev Paulan, who was at Pat Fisher’s Osprey banding, to show her she was not the only one having fun on a Sunday morning and one to Heather, cause she hates snakes and it’s always fun to freak her out.
Now came the tough part I had to dump these 2 snakes out, which meant I had to get my hand semi near the snakes. I told myself, they are on the inside they can’t bite you through heavy plastic. It took a minute to convince myself this was true, there was no doubt that I had to do it, so I took a deep breath, reached my hand down… and my phone vibrated, one of the ladies was texting me back, YAY! I could read my text and postpone my task for a few more seconds! As I was getting it out of my costume pocket it vibrates again. Both Bev and Heather said the same thing. 3!!!
3!!! I can’t tell you why, but 3 instead of 2 was way worse. In a creepy kind of way. So I took another deep breath before I could ponder the creepy aspect any further and dumped at the same time doing a little dance backwards.
I am glad no one was in the blind. Off they went behind the shed. I replaced the battery, the fence bit me nicely and off I went toward the van thinking I deserved both combat pay and to drink my breakfast.