I took a small bag of trash to the dump this morning and stopped by the post office. Driving home I saw this sign at the Lloyd crossroads. Of course I had to take a picture. I looked up what I think is that group on Facebook and let me just say that Mr. I Buy Rattlesnakes appears to be obsessed with snakes, living or dead. I mean, you'd sort of have to be to go to the trouble and expense of printing up signs like that and go around posting them. One has to wonder what he does with the snakes he buys. Also? How much is a rattlesnake worth? Does he pay by the inch? Number of rattles?
Oh dear god. I went back and looked at that page again. No. No. I can't unsee the things I saw. PEOPLE EAT SNAKES!
I'm sorry. Now I feel slightly ill.
Life in Lloyd.
Here's something nicer to look at.
These are three of Darla's rooster babies. They spend the night outside every night and when I go to let the other chickens out, they rush me, hoping I'll have food for them. That's a hen in the background. She stays outside too.