After going out to feed a few nights ago, Jack returned to the house to say: “Voracious little monsters.” I asked, “What, the horses?” “No.” he said, “the hummingbirds.”
A skunk is bad enough, but I had a real thrill this afternoon when I took the dogs up to the plateau for an afternoon walk. I was returning by the normal way, walking on a path I had walked along a hundred times, and I saw a glint out of the corner of my eye about the same time as I heard a furious rattling sound. The glint quickly resolved itself to a rattlesnake, coiled to strike, which seemed near enough to touch, but was actually probably at least six feet from me. I quickly grabbed hold of Dudley, while my heart tried to leave my ribcage. I got the lead back on Dudley while I called Lody to me. I wasn’t too concerned about Lody messing with the snake, but I was very concerned about Dudley. We’ve nursed three dogs through suspected snake bites, and I didn’t want to add Dudley to the roster. I think I will keep him on the lead for the next few walks.