I might be dead or dying right now if things had gone differently. I didn’t expect it in the chicken coop. I wasn’t being observant. I was more intent on just dumping the bucket of chickenfeed, cabbage, and carrot shavings into the chickens’ feeding tray. I didn’t see the snake. I was lucky. It rattled and I jumped back several feet.
Folks have been saying the rattlesnakes aren’t rattling these days. They just strike first. This one didn’t. Good thing, because this was a Mojave. There’s no anti-venom. It’s certain death if one gets you.
This Mojave is dead beneath a pile of sharp rocks. I stoned him. I’ll move the body tomorrow when I can see he hasn’t moved.
Groove of the Day