Basking in the sun, on a slope by the creek, after meals —
not a word between us.
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June 12, 2012
June 27, 2010
There is no mistaking the sound of a snake slithering over dry leaves.
The sound will find sight pretty quickly to prevent a tread on an often overlooked Eastern Garter.
Here, one slipped quickly beneath a web of linked fence lining lawn and wilderness.
The snake and I paused in appreciation.
It then removed to a pile of grass clippings and leaves at the base of a pine.
In time, satisfactorily sensing the situation with a peeping head and tongue, the snake proceeded to carry our sunny encounter over a shadowy earth.
The hill is well-suited for feeding on salamander and worm.
There’s a lot of sun above and water below.
I fully expect to see a garter’s return.
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