Today on our way home from the mailboxes we took an extra moment to glance in the area where our neighbour and friend B! had been telling us for some weeks that “the garter snakes all hibernate in a crack in the rocks”.
Imagine our delight and surprise when we saw a roiling, boiling coil of black and yellow stripes like nothing we had seen before! I quickly grabbed my cellphone and tried to capture it, but as I approached, all but three slithered away back under the rocks in a flash. I did manage to capture a couple of slower individuals.
As always, we strive to take seriously the advice of the sagacious Barry White. So we backed off and returned home with an extra spring in our step, and a renewed love for snakes – Honi soit qui mal y pense!