a Sunday surprise

Sunday afternoon we joined my husband's cousins for a birthday celebration and didn't get home until fairly late (for our schedule). I knew we didn't have a whole lot of time to gather eggs, tend the pup and get ourselves together to leave for church. I checked one set of nesting boxes while my husband checked another area of the hen house where the birds lay and told me there was an egg there. While gathering, I noticed the 2nd set of nesting boxes had been sat in, so asked him to check there while I gathered the eggs. He did; shut the door; and calmly informed there were no eggs but there was a snake.

in the gap between the two sets of nesting boxes

It either had devoured some eggs yesterday or has eaten some field mice recently. Too many odd-shaped lumps in its body!

And see the green and blue eggs from two of our "teenagers".

This was not the type of surprise I wanted on a Sunday evening, but I am thankful we were able to collect five eggs today! (compared to 1 or 2 a day the last month)

Comments

Jennifer said…

Oh, yuck, Monica! Please tell me someone killed that thing!! I have goose pimples just thinking of it.

August 13, 2012 at 9:51 AM

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