He just slithered up to check out the progress on our log cabin...
And not just your ordinary, every day slithery kind of rat snake. No, we grow 'em big and mean in Texas...
You might know from previous posts that we are a No-Kill Zone here at the farm. But y'all... He was a Timber Rattlesnake.
On our back porch! Like, in broad daylight. Right where we have walked a thousand times cutting lumber and tile for that crazy dream of a cabin. (And yes, we are still building that dream... and it's glorious and hard and Slow! Lol!) And should not include stories about venomous snakes. Y'all... We almost stepped on him to get to the chop saw!
Seriously!
Now he's a dead Timber Rattlesnake.
There's an unspoken code of justice here in the country, and that big, venomous snake just crossed the line. I'm believing that he won't be doing it again in this lifetime.
And here are two free facts for you:
1. The Timber Rattlesnake is often called the Velvet-tailed rattler because of it's black "velvety" tail. Trust me, it is not velvet. (But does look amazing... in a scary, don't get too close kind of way)
2. A rattlesnake adds a new rattle to its tail every time he sheds (roughly 2-3 times a year). So our rattler was probably a little over 2 years old. And much bigger than any 2-year old I ever want to see again!
But enough about scary, venomous snakes... we've got work to do! That dream cabin isn't building itself!
And thankfully our neck of the woods is filled with a sweet beauty that remedies the nightmare visit from our Velvet-tailed rattler!
Blessings this day,
May God's grandeur surprise at every turn!
My Love,
Jane
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