I looked in the nest boxes and yep, saw something black and curled up. I immediately turned around and walked back toward the barn. This has happened a few times, so THIS time I did not run and scream like a girl. Big Buckaroo asked what I was doing and I told him I was going to get a pillowcase. Meaning, my husband was not going to kill the snake, oh wait the TWO snakes that were in one of the nest boxes together, so I had to get something for him to get them and transport them in. I just roll with it these days.
Of course this had to turn into a learning experience, oh the homeschool mentality. Yes, that is my angel boy petting the snake. PETTING THE SNAKE!!!!!!
If you look closely you can see the eggs in its body that he STOLE from my coop.
"Oh honey, it is not poisonous, it is a good snake." Um, no snake but a dead snake is good in my book. But, my animal loving husband relocated them to the other side of the park, sorry neighbors on that side. Don't worry, they are full.
Oh the life of a farmer,
The Park Wife