Just when you despair of ever having anything to write about, something falls from the sky. Or in this case, slithers from the grass.
I took Mamie out for her morning constitutional, and was fiddling around with the reception on my phone when I looked up just in time. As usual, I was in the lead with Mamie meandering along behind me. I jumped, Mamie jumped, and we took a different route. I’ve usually seen black snakes here, sunning themselves on the sidewalk when the weather warms up.
Not sure what kind this one was.
I’m less enthusiastic about following her into the tall grass.