Saturday, May 30, 2009
Here's the head end. I guess they like to weave in and out of places.
Front View of His Head
I touched his tail to see what he felt like. He turned around and glared at me, I'm sure to let me know he did not want to be touched again.
I tried to get a picture of his full length but cut off his head end. Sometimes it's hard to take digital pictures when it's bright out. This last picture is the longest one I got of him. I'm not sure how much snake is left behind the Coke holder. From here he slithered on across the porch and down underneath it. I wonder just how large his family is.
Friday, May 22, 2009
March 21, 2009
Indiahoma High School Class of 09 marches into the auditorium for their final high school daze. The auditorium was packed. I went to the library to get a chair to take to the auditorium so I'd have a place to sit. The slide show was long but entertaining. Allan Johnson spoke and was inspiring and funny, as usual. The best part is after the recessional, when you hunt down the graduates to give them a gift and get a hug. Stop and talk to people you haven't seen in a long time. The community gathers together for big events like graduation. It's always a lot of fun and a feel good time.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Imagine going to the back of the house to get the newspaper and seeing this curled around the table.
Hmmm, what do we do? We need a boy. Daryl was gone playing music and Owen is only 4. I was going to start calling people when I saw the high school boy next door enter his house. I called him and got his mother. She ended up being the brave snake fighter. They both came over with trash barrel, shovel and hoe in hand.
This guy was not going to go easily. He backed into the corner of a book case where he rattled and spat at us. Just get in the trash can! He didn't want to. Collin had an idea, "I can shoot him with a pellet gun." He went home, got his gun, came back and aimed for the snake's head. He missed the head but shot the snake in what I would call his neck. You can see the discoloration a few inches below his head where he'd been bleeding. The injury slowed the snake down quite a bit so Trisha was able to scoop him into the trash barrel. Whew! Trisha and Collin drove the snake out into the country where he could recover or die.