Snakes....

oh yay...um, no.

We have a little bird house hanging out on a corner fence post, behind the crepe myrtle in the backyard, that apparently contains the tastiest eggs/baby birds/whatever.  Two days ago, Tanker killed (with his 12 gauge) a 5ft black snake going into the birdhouse.

Today, this happened....

"Hmm Snakey...to you not see the blood on the fence from one of your kind's previous visits?"

"No human...and I don't care; I'm not scared of you."

"What's that shiny thing in your hand, Human?"

"What a world, what a world...."

Tanker likes his 12 gauge ('cause it puts distance between him and the scaly things).

I prefer my kukri.  Thanks again Ernie!

From Tank Tops to Carhartts....

in 24 hours.

Ma Nature...you're killing me...and my garden...and the chicks that New Momma stupidly took out in the rain today.

Early spring, late spring, lots of rain, no rain...one at a time I can deal with.  All at once, nope.

Alas, I dread the worst has happened but happily have more seed on hand to restart.  That's alright Ma Nature...I got this.

S/N:  Sometimes cooperating with Gov't agents gets the neighborhood Meth Cooker you didn't know about out of the neighborhood.  Just sayin'.