Remember the story I told a month or so ago about the man at Walmart who went to pick up a stick and instead it was a rattlesnake and was bitten. I went to feed the birds and saw a feather, always pick up a feather for good luck, Jim use to say. So I did. Yikes, the feather was good luck because there was a rattler not far from where my hand was. I think he wasn't interested since his belly seems to be full.
He moved into the sun while I pondered what to do with him. I'm eating lunch still pondering. In all the years of living here, Jim and I had never killed any animal until last year. I've caught many a snake and relocated them. Yes, I know, I can hear you screaming. The same sounds come from my neighbors. Back to my one killing incident, I had to shoot an animal last year that my neighbors were freaked that it had rabies. I did it, but it bothered me. I would have bothered Jim, also.
So, anyway, thinking, live and let live, maybe I'll go sew and ponder some more and give him time to find his way back home.
