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.
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.