I am writing this blog late in the evening even though my brain doesn't run on all its cylinders after nine o'clock at night.
Because tomorrow is a busy day for me.
I will be having a physical for the first time in 12 years.
Sheesh. What a baby.
I fear that I will hallucinate due to the fact that they don't let you eat for what seems like a week before the appointment and the starving, swirling, dizziness of it will make me believe that the story I am about to tell was only a dream, a memory from a cheesy 50's horror movie or induced from a starved brain trying to imagine fresh food...
So I must retell it now so you will know it really happened.
It was a dark and stormy night.....................just kidding.......... Here goes:
When it gets dusky outside, I do alot of evening chores like walking dogs, collecting eggs, feeding deer, pulling weeds, moving rocks, that kind of thing.
It really amounts to doing anything that keeps me outside till I can't see.
The hens always mosey towards the coop, scratching and checking stuff out in the garden, basically doing what I am doing, in chicken version, till they can't see.
I noticed Zilla scratch and then run, so I had to see what was up, because she obviously did NOT want to share !
I ran and so did Red..... after Zilla.
Low and behold it was a snake. An earth snake (which I adore and protect normally). It is about a foot long and as big around as a fresh green bean.
Zilla is trying to eat the snake while running from us while I'm trying to get my camera phone out to take a picture, not run into stuff or step on the chickens, keep Red away and tell myself this is actually happening !
Every time Zilla stops to re-adjust the snake, I move in for a picture and Red moves in to try and take the snake.
I now have to chase Red away, keep an eye on Zilla and try to take a picture cause no one will believe me.
This makes Zilla run faster, scare the snake more, which then starts wrapping itself around her head, face and neck.
The scared snake eating chicken runs even faster, cause how many times does your food become an accessory and I now have to get this under control.
Red is chased by me, into the hen house and locked up.
I run back to Zilla and start snapping pics like crazy while
Zilla relaxes, drops the snake, watches it curl into a couple of knots, pecks at it, picks it up, drops it again and now I think it needs to be rescued.
As soon as I reach in to grab it, Zilla picks it up and in 3, yes THREE gobbles the snake is inside the chicken.
I had NO IDEA !!!!
A wiggling live snake !
I have pics to prove it and my dizziness has not set in yet !
This is right before she read my mind about a rescue....and ate it.
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