By coincidence, about a year ago, this same bull found a gap in the fence where a tree fell on it and while I was tracking him down the railroad tracks trying to find his worthless hide and hoping that a train hadn't slammed into him and turned him into a big pile of hamburger, I almost stepped on a rattlesnake. If I hadn't been looking at the ground trying to pick up the tracks of that bull, I never would have seen that snake. Because of that, I've gotten in the habit of always checking the ground for rattlesnakes whenever I'm walking around piles of rocks or brush.
I tried to take a picture of him (or her) with my phone, but it's a little difficult to take a clear picture of a camouflaged rattlesnake with a phone with the sun shining bright and turning the screen so dark that you can't really tell what you're aiming the camera at (how do all those young whipper-snappers take all those pictures of everything in sight with their phones??).
|Where the heck is that rattlesnake? It's centered and about 2/3 up from the bottom|
The first person that can spot the rattlesnake in the picture will get an enthusiastic "ATTABOY" and a fabulous no-money award from the officials at the Watch Out for the Bull blog.
|Zoomed in, the snake is towards the top of the picture (look for the horizontal lines)|
Up until about four or five years ago, I'd never even seen a rattlesnake anywhere close to the farm, but now I seem to see them all the time. It might be a case of once you finally see one, you'll see all of them, and they have always been here, but I just couldn't see them (there might be some sort of deep philosophizing possible with that sort of thinking).
Or, I might be seeing more rattlesnakes because I'm growing more of the stuff they eat, and creating more of the habitat they like to live in. I like having rabbits, squirrels, rats, mice, quail, and songbirds running around, so I can put up with more rattlesnakes if it means I also have more quail, rabbits, and squirrels, although I'm not enlightened enough yet to tolerate an overabundance of rats and mice.
Typically, I just leave any rattlesnakes that I happen to find out in the pastures alone, so on this day there was no going "all caveman" on him and trying to smash him with a big rock. Any rattlesnakes that I find close to the barn or near any gates don't get off that lucky, so if any rattlesnakes are reading this, don't get any ideas about moving in with a kind-hearted rattlesnake-tolerant live-and-let-live sort of guy.