Howdy Folks,
We stood in the
calm stream, sun danced on the lazy ripples. Ferns along the stream reached for
the sun, their wide leaves nearly unfurled. A Yellow Swallowtail butterfly
floated just inches above the sparkling water following the contour of the
meandering stream. Kessy stood so calm as if sleeping. The stream is wide here,
with sandy beaches on both banks and water so clear I can watch the minnows
darting between Kessy's feet. Saturday was doing his thing investigating the
stream banks. It is our favorite place along all the trails we travel. Getting
lost in the serenity there is easy to do, and we were.
Saturday's howl
shook the tree branches. Kessy woke up and spun around with a great splashing
of water, to see what had Saturday all excited. I sat the spin. Then laughed
out loud. Saturday danced about howling with every other bounce, shoving his
nose into leaves and bush, then howling again and bouncing back. Only to howl
again!
Now you need to
know something about our little beagle, Saturday. He's a discarded hunting who
dog showed up on our doorstep, on a Saturday, skinny, hungry and worn nearly
four years ago. And by golly he's a great little friend, and trail buddy, but
no hunter. Why I've actually seen him run into rabbits on the trail and never
chase them. Or let go a single howl. Nope he's simply not a hunter. We've
always figured that's why he was discarded.
Our buddy Saturday |
Over the years we
have noticed one thing he'll hunt down, howl at and corner. And that one thing
is … snakes. Yup he'll corner a snake every time he finds one. Once in the
chicken house he worried the black right off a big ol' Black Snake, howling and
dancing over it. Another time behind the barn he had a three foot, or so, Hog
Nosed snake. And he also cornered another really big Black Snake in the tack
room one evening. So I pretty much knew right off who Saturday's newest dancing
partner was … had to be a snake. But which kind had me worried as we have
plenty of Copperheads in our area, even though I've never seen one.
But Saturday was
sure kicking up a ruckus and would not heed my call to let it be, so I coaxed
Kessy out of the water and up the bank to have a closer look. Sure enough
Saturday had the biggest Hog Nosed snake I'd ever seen pinned under that bush.
At first glance I thought it was a log! I told Saturday to let it alone,
"It's big enough to eat you, boy!" I warned, but he just kept on
dancing and howling. I edged Kessy closer, up the bank and into the brush.
Finally the snake began to move away, slowly. But Saturday followed! It took a
full five minutes to call Saturday off that terrified reptile!
I suppose we'll
never know what Saturday sees in, Dancing With The Snakes, but we do know he
loves the Rumba!
Gitty Up ~ Dutch
Henry
Very cute story, Dutch. I've never seen a snake on the trails yet. I know we must have them but they've stayed hidden so far.
ReplyDeletePatti
Thanks, Patti! ... We've seen Black Snakes often on the trail, but usually Saturday is trotting behind Kessy and me and their gone before he spies them. Thanks for being a Coffee Clutcher!
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