Yesterday midmorning I was loading items into the Jeep walking back and forth from the deck and thus through the flower garden. After a few minutes I began to notice that the birds were fussing again. I immediately looked into the funeral basket on the deck, four feet from our back door, where the wrens have a nest of baby birds.
The thirty six inch long rat snake, I saw last week, was revolting coiled in the basket attempting to eat the baby birds. First, I screamed. Then I thought "What can I do?" Joe would have just picked him up out of there but I am a coward in that regard. CC handed me the broom and I tipped the basket over. The snake slithered off the hot tub and baby birds scattered all over the deck. It was pandemonium. We could no longer see the snake and the fluffy tiny birds who are incapable of flight were desperately trying to hide.
I righted the basket and lo and behold about 100 second later the d@*% snake was back in the basket looking for the babies who were not there. He was searching with his repellent tongue. CC and I were unsure what to do. We know that is the snakes nature. However we are for the underbird in this scenario.
Two of the baby birds went left hopping into the sunny yard aided by the parents. The others may have been under the deck and been taken by the snake. That snake is getting located to the Savannah River as soon as Joe finds him.
That same morning I saw two deer and a rabbit eating my roses. The flower garden is an exciting and happening place. Want to come over for tea in the garden?
Olive
