I was walking Bingo in the back yard and I looked over . . .
I put Bingo back in the house & came back out with my camera, of course.
I tried to pick up T-Bob and get him away from the snake, but he swiped at me, so I dropped him like a cat with razor sharp nails swiping at me. Since it wasn't poisonous, I figured T-Bob could handle his own bad self.
In the meantime, John Morgan called me and was giving me photog pointers:
Get on the ground.
|He'll look at this & say, "Not close enough. You have to get at eye-level with animals & children."|
Then T-Bob kinda lost interest:
|Except something caught his eye.|
Aaaaaand he goes back:
|Because the snake was making his escape.|
|Watch out! He's ready to strike! (Or SHE. I'm not up on snake genders).|
In the meantime:
|What's going on?|
|Looking right at me.|
|The snake was about 4 feet long.|
|2 hours later when Bingo & I came out for a walk, she sniffed along & tracked the snake's path.|
|T-Bob settled onto a branch to look over the snake.|
|And then something else catches T-Bob's eye.|
This is the part where John will say I didn't get close enough to the snake.
Close enough for you?