Snake in the Grass

I sat in the lower corner of the yard in a squatty little plastic garden chair, as Zelda ambled along behind me. I began to scribble on a 3 x 5 note card, taking myself seriously as a writer (for a change). I began to write:

New Daily Writing Rituals:

So engrossed was I in my task that I leapt three feet up and out from the squatty chair when I heard from behind Zelda an unmistakable hissing.

IMG_1076Zelda jumped away from the hiss as instinctively as I, but was too curious, as dogs will be, regarding all that wriggling behind her.

I yelled at her to get away, and quickly put her inside (much to her disappointment). The poor little pretend rattler is bloodied from battle with a raptor (or other nearby foe) from before its close encounter with Z.

Okay, so maybe it didn’t just fall from the sky as I surmised on facebook. Maybe it passed through the chicken yard and somehow got away from Sacha, Naomi and Fluffy’s relentless pecking. Only the snake knows for sure.

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One comment on “Snake in the Grass

  1. Oh boy thank god it didn’t get you! Whoof that’s so gnarly and is a sign of great change I believe ..

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