My baby Gibson started running a fever last night. I should have known he was sick in that he didn't want to eat a thing yesterday which is not my Gibson. Not even watermelon! He had a few grapes. He asked for water.
So he is sick and Lily doesn't want to bring him out but wants to stay home and cuddle him which means I have more time today to do a little cleaning and to bake Lis a birthday cake before they get here this evening.
But right now, I am concentrating on this guy.
It's a little oak snake but I'm afraid it's heading toward the bluebird nest and slowly, it is. I wasn't even sure there was anything going on in the nest but I went over to check it and the door had come open and sure enough, this is what I saw.
I securely closed the door and now I'm going out to check that snake about every five minutes and if I wasn't such a damn fraidy cat I'd slip the pitchfork under it and toss it into the woods, not that I'm sure that would do anything but slow down the inevitable.
Damn. Nature can be so cruel.
Ah. I see the parents have discovered the snake.
Life in Lloyd. Never a dull moment.
And it's hard to stay inside and clean with so much going on outside and the air is scented with roses and I went out to check on the snake and it's disappeared and I sincerely hope not into the nesting box and Elvis has had to escort three hens out of the nest and there's another one on the nest right now and so it is a day rich in doin's and and life and I am so sorry that Gibson is sick but sure as snakes go for eggs, viruses go for little ones and somehow, life goes on, even as we're busy making those other plans.