Yesterday morning, while Skye and I were finishing up milking, Heather came and told us that there was an “orange snake” on the manure pile. We hurried to go look. There it was, a copperhead – a venomous sort of snake that is not uncommon here in the Ozarks. Not the type of critter you want slithering around in your calf pasture, or by your milking shed.
So, Heather went to the house to inform Dad of the intruder.
And brought back the shotgun for Skye.
Ready, aim… BANG!
The snake is dead (-: Skye blew its head off.
Father and son (-:
Rainbow over our orchard.
Exploring not long after the flood
And playing in the creek
Ruby’s birthday cake. Pearl made it and Mom decorated it.
I know it’s not officially summertime yet, but when it is 80 or 90 degrees and high humidity… / -;
This is how cattle in Missouri cool down (although the pond might be warm anyway).