I was minding my own business in my garden when I decided to wander up to my veggie patch to see how much lettuce I had. My mother-in-law is having a function and I had promised to bring a salad and needed to know what was on offer in the frilly lettuce department.
My veggie patch is a fair distance from The Farmhouse and is still a work in progress. At the moment there are just a few raised beds surrounded by a gorgeous fence made of old jam fence posts. All very rustic and lovely.
Anyway, Herbie The Wonder Dog and myself headed through the veggie patch gate and I stood for a while admiring the wonder that was my coriander. (Coriander has to be admired while it is at its prime as it goes to seed in all of about five minutes around these parts.)
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a slithery movement. I then realised that Herbie The Wonder Dog (he has graduated from being a Wonder Puppy BTW) and I had accidentally cornered a brown, very venomous looking snake. I grabbed Herbie and went to the other end of the veggie patch thinking that the snake would grab its chance and head out the gate.
Alas it was not the brightest snake in the world and headed straight towards me, rearing up in the process. It was between me and a lovely collection of long-handled gardening tools which I could otherwise have used as defence. I had also broken my "boots in the garden" rule and was clad in an exceptionally snake protective pair of Birkenstocks and old denim shorts. Once I was backed up against the fence, I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and threw Herbie over the fence (he did his best flying rocket dog impression) and vaulted after him, tearing my shorts in the process. It was not my finest moment. Fortunately the snake then turned tail and headed out through the gate back to the paddock. (Do you think it was my squealing and dodgy language that scared it off?? There is something about snakes that always makes me do my opening sequence of Four Weddings And A Funeral impression.)
|Fence. Not Snake Proof.|
So in the end both the snake, myself and the hound escaped. The Farmchildren were in The Farmhouse and missed the whole caper. (Thank God.)
Interestingly we had spent the few weeks before doing the mowing of weeds and raking, cleaning etc that we always do around The Farmhouse at the start of snake/fire weather. Given that we are in the middle of a paddock surrounded by rocks, I doubt if that keeps them away - at least we can see them though and they are more likely to pass through and keep going to more sheltered, grassy areas.
We always seem to see the most snakes in October/November. Apparently it is the mating season in WA and hence all the gentleman snakes are out chasing the lady snakes who are slithering around trying to look sexy. Which is all well and good but I don't want them in my veggie patch. Particularly not if they are planning a family.....
Anyway. All's well that ends well.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend. Seen any snakes?