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Showing posts with label snake fangs. Show all posts
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Monday, June 8, 2015

Pieces

of a day
a rusty weather vane

When we went to the garden to work I told Hubby I smell a skunk. He looked at me like I had gone crazy.  He smelled nothing.  The dogs and I did!  I worked in the garden as the dogs tracked down the smell.  A disturbed Copperhead snake gives off a musky smell, not unlike a skunk.  I guess the snake was pretty disturbed.  Good dogs found it and took care of it and I knew nothing.  Until Hubby salvaged some pieces.  All the farm dogs helped, that's why there so many pieces.  I certainly am glad they have my back.
Bonnie and Junior inspect one piece they had left.
Good dogs!!!
Gooooood dogs!
Scary looking?  Imagine one biting you.

Reminded me of a version of the song we used to jump rope to:

Yellow, yellow Cinderella
Went upstairs to kiss a fella
Made a mistake 
And kissed a snake
How many doctors 
Did it take?
One 
Two
Three...

and you counted each successful jump of the rope.  I don't think kissing a snake has ever crossed my mind...it was just a good rhyme for jumping rope.
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