As you know I’m house sitting. Part of the deal is I not only fight off burglars with my amazing ninja fighting skills but I also have been entrusted with the lives of three hens and a roaster.
If reptiles make you squeezy, I suggest you stop reading.
Because the other night, when I went to lock up the chooks and top up their grain, I found this guy.
I’d like to be able to tell you what kind of snake he is but we Australians have too many of them. I get so confused. I do know this little, er, big guy is one of the few non deadly snakes we have.
Apparently, if a guy like this one bites you, it would be like a kitten bite.
My philosophy is give a wild animal space. They’re generally just leave you alone. And let you snap photos.
I happen to love snakes. How cool are their eyes?
And the patterns on a snake definitely have a high rating on my cool list.
He stayed right where you see him for two nights and a day. I kept checking up on my feathery charges to see if I was one or two chooks down. But all four are still running about.
And the snake hit the road.
Speaking of chooks…
The roaster got on the veranda and I had to chase him off.
They’re not the brightest of birds.
See that gap in the gate, mate?
You’re meant to go through it.