One good reason not to check for eggs at night . . . a 5 foot 9 inch reason
I have come to realize in the past month why hard physical labor puts me off kilter. The heat and humidity don’t just sap my energy, they drain my creative pipes dry. By the end of the day, meaning dark-thirty after all the tools are put in the shed while the mosquitoes do their own…
It was 4 a.m. Time to get up, and my youngest son was on his feet instantly. Everything was ready by the door for Termite’s first Youth Waterfowl Day. The early morning was dark and chilly, still and quiet. As we loaded the boat, the gear made echoing sounds that bounced around on the camps across the…
My “TO DO ” list is about a half mile shorter than it was a month ago, but as I sat at my desk this morning looking for comments from you and deleting junk mail, and generally avoiding what needed to be done, a red truck drove past my bedroom window headed back toward the…
After posting up the recipe for Blackberry Dumplings, I went back to the berry patch to pick more wild berries. Returning to the same patch, I was determined to pick only the blackest, plumpest, ripest berries. At the first picking, I had been so excited to find ripe berries, that I picked berries a little prematurely. However, since that first picking, we’ve had hard rains, coupled with days of sunshine in between, and now the berries have had time to fully ripen. While picking this morning I learned that if my shadow falls across the berries, they appear darker than they really are. So I made a conscious effort not to block the sun and to pick all of them in the glaring sunlight.
It was only five years ago, but it seems like a lifetime. Yep, this blog is now five years old and has gone beyond my wildest dreams, hopes, expectations. Lil Sis is the one who is responsible for getting me started doing this blog in the first place. She had to convince me that it would be good for business and a great way to further educate folks about life down here in the Louisiana wetlands.
I know I’m way past due for a blog post, but now you can add baseball games to my already jam-packed waking hours. As of now, I get about six hours of shut eye a night. I just can’t pack any more into 18 hours than I do. So, as soon as I can, I…
Wow! Is this a rat snake?
Yes, that would be correct! I think it was thinking about eating some kitten.
…..O….M….G…!!!!!…….T.h.u….d! Don’t care how long I live down here…I never get used to those things…also knowing it’s dead…just seeing termite holding it…my skin is crawling with the shivers…ok..just breathe…
I pulled a copperhead out from under my push mower prior to starting it this week..but it was only 7-8 inches…I mowed my lawn on my tippy toes mind you….You have found my weakness…and it’s ssssssssnakes! I can’t quite looking at that young man holding it….I have watched them climbing trees, seen them sleeping in holes in the ground, slithering off patio roofs, and dug them up with potatoes…They are E V E R Y W H E R E….but I can’t get used to them!!! uuuugh…errrh..thanks for sssharing…(Termite..go wash your hands baby!!!!)
Deb in Tx, with one shakey cup of coffee…shhhezzzzzzzz
Yea, I’m with you, Deb. I hate to kill a non-poisonous snake, but this one startled him and the big yellow dog, and yes he did use his Christmas present on it. Watch out for those copperheads, though.
Hope Termite used his Christmas present on “God’s one mistake”.
Yes, he surely did!
Yikes. I try to maintain an agreement with the snakes around our place: you stay outside of our property lines, and I won’t kill you. Unless you’re a copperhead, and then all bets are off.
Yeah, I just remembered, I can’t come down the bayou… ever… again. *shudder* Where WAS that?! And it’s a king snake, right?
Oh… missed the first comment. Rat snake. I can see it now. I’m going to have to adopt ALL those little kitties!
Please, please please come get the kitties. Better yet, I’ll drop them off with a bag of food, and Muzicman will just think they belong to the big white house next door, where they ALWAYS have cats, right? Hey, that sounds like a good plan!
It’s the water moccasins from the pond across the road that I REALLY hate to find in my yard! Big, black ugly vipers.
You go, Termite!!!!
Cuz, we don’t tolerate water moccasins here AT ALL!