Ok, this is my last post today. Friday, Bubba came running inside and said "There’s a snake in the chicken house" I’m like every woman since Eve–I HATE snakes!!!!! But I had to do something. So I took the pellet pistol (didn’t know where the .22 was nor how to load it and would have been afraid I would hit a chicken with it instead of the snake) and off I went. Bubba went with me so he could show me where it was. I really didn’t expect for it to still be there, but it was. There’s a place in between the nesting boxes and the wall and there he was curled up right there… amid empty egg shells.
It was dark in that corner, but he was big. I took the safety off the pellet gun and shot it twice. He twitched the first time. After the second time, he slithered away. He was at least 18" long, and 1" in diameter. (That wasn’t the first egg he’d eaten.) I tried to see where he went, but I couldn’t tell. I must have hit him, but when Shane got home he took the flashlight and said he didn’t see any blood. We think it was probably a black rat snake, but not sure since I couldn’t, and really didn’t want to get a good look at him. I bravely went to open the chicken house this morning (Shane does it on the weekends). I looked around really well before I pulled the 2 eggs that were there this morning out… and I’ll look real well when I go again soon. And I guess I’ll start closing it up again tonight. Oooooo… I’ve got the creeps just thinking about it.