Ok, I just came from my evening chores, putting everyone away for the night. As I rounded the corner of the barn there was this enormous 12 foot SNAKE ( OK MAYBE IT WAS 4 FEET BUT IT WAS REALLY FAT!) It arched and hissed at me! I have been at the farm taking care of things by myself ( over 40 animals) for awhile now. It didn’t take this girl long to spring into action. I got my axe and gave him a few lickins. Thinking the whole time about my baby goats and rabbits. (I once saw a snake try to swallow a rabbit at Mallet HIll!) Pretty soon he wasn’t looking too good and I put him in a bucket and took him up to Jim at the house. Jim said right away ” Dar, it’s a black snake, it’s a good snake. Farmers like black snakes, they never kill a black snake.” Sooooo my thoughts on that, there are NO GOOD SNAKES, I may never make a good farmer but my rabbits will be safe! Why do I feel like Zza Zza Gabor on GREEN ACRES? It has been a long road adjusting to this country living! Good night Jim Bob, Good Night Sue Ellen!
