The third in as many weeks. It must be all the rain.
The first was on the road to the Barker Wilderness. It had eight, count 'em, rattles and when encouraged to move from the road, it took umbrage. I gave up when it showed it was NOT gonna leave and furthermore what WAS it with the dead leaves on the end of the limb?
The second, like the 1st, was languidly ensconced, full length in the middle of the road. After remonstrating around its peril and getting nought but a gimlet eye, I left. I heard it mutter, "Don't let the door hit yuh, budzo."
This one understood but made it clear that it would not be hurried; I got back in the car.
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