Welcome to ...

The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth.
Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.


Sunday, September 2, 2007

Ol'Fred

Caught a glimpse of Ol'Fred earlier today in the back of the barn ... something of a rarity these days.

That old Black Snake has been keeping the barn vermin free for over a year now and keeping the Mrs., on her toes. She goes catatonic at the mere mention of the word snake much less the actual sight of one - something which is a handicap around a farm and earlier in the years she was freaking out regularly because we had several Copperheads to get into the house - I got them all and I wish I could put Ol'Fred under the house so he could take care of that problem, but Mama won't hear of it (they're no Copperheads anywhere near the barn, by the way).

Luckily the river and lake are just far enough away Cotton Mouths (aka Water Moccasins) don't bother to come up the the main buildings - the boat house is another story.

No comments: