There are not many days we need air conditioning down here in this “colder valley” where the sun is relatively kind and shadow or dark rules most hours of most days.
However, today is one of those AC-coveting kind of days. We drag around here as if drugged, though we did manage to get out for a loop walk about 8:30 this morning.
By that time, Waldo, our brown water snake (30 inches), was luxuriating on the warm stone of the barn foundation, with Waldo Junior down as usual in the grass. On the return leg, both Waldos were gone and a small (24 inch) black snake draped over the very same rock. Ann encountered the Black Snake King of the valley a few days back over by the creek crossing. It “stood up” to confront the dog, its front half (a good 30 inches) erect like a cobra.
I have a picture somewhere of Abby hunkered down about a foot from Waldo the Elder. We had to ask that she not reach out and touch him–just like her momma (and grampa): a herpetophile.
Now: we’re ready for the outer skirts of a tame but moist hurricane up this way. The branch beside the house is bone dry, Goose Creek is falling fast. We still here water music from the front porch, but it is faint, as if far away or from a frail voice. The snakes are happy, but we’re grumpy and at least today, ready for fall.