08/08/2026
I’d been watering trees, rose bushes and rhubarb yesterday morning. Just on the back side of the house, as I was walking around, a rattlesnake startled me. Even though I watch for them, there is an initial, “Yikes!”. I was able to keep track of it, grabbed a shovel and dispatched him. They can be where ever they want away from the house but NOT at the house. 😉 I don’t think Anson would allow himself to be bitten, again, but his hearing and eyesight aren’t tops any more, and I am not sure, as a result, if his smeller is working as well.
Then, to top off of the day, I realized after supper that the bird feeders that I have on pulleys hanging from the box elder tree in back [to keep, in theory, out of reach of grizzly bear] were, for all practical purposes, empty. I feed sunflower seeds in the shells. At a quick glance, I thought a finch was maybe cleaning up any tidbits. But, nope, when I got back there with seeds, I realize its head is stuck in that little area that the seeds drop down onto the feeding platform!! I called Grampa. I lowered the feeder, had him keep tension on the line. With my left hand I gently held the bird, which I could tell was still alive [at 90 degrees, how long could it have lasted?], and with the right holding onto the wire it hangs from, was able to barely lift the lid, then lift the plexiglass just a tad [it is in there firmly!] and pulled the bird out. I felt a strong flutter, so opened my fist and it flew away. JOY! I loved Flint and Landon’s comments when I told them. Flint said, “A balanced day: you took one life and saved another.” U. Landon said, “Can you imagine the story that little bird told its buddies?”
Photos just for fun, as I didn't take any of either event.