So I was sitting here, half way through writing my daily blog, when I heard a kafuffle outside.
Ha, what a funny word that is... kafuffle... KAFUFFLE - the perfect word to describe the carry-on I heard.
It was after 8.30pm - gate closed, chooks looked up, cats fed and inside, kids in bed, time for me time - what could it be? Was it the chooks? They should be fine - locked in their house. Maybe cats fighting somewhere? I grabbed the torch and went to check that the chookies were ok.
I stood outside the chookhouse shining the torch on their roost and there was a GIGANTIC snake with a feather in its mouth. A quick chook count....they're all there. Now, what to do...
My Dad always used to say when I was growing up on the farm, "The only good snake's a dead snake."
And now as I clear the crap I'm gonna find one of these in the garage, in a box in the spare room....aaaah, there's probably one in the laundry....in my wardrobe....aaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!
Day 5 observations
- Snakes should not be protected!