. This may seem like a strange thing for an escort to say but I have chickens …and a rooster.
I promised myself when I bought my own place I would have chickens. I wanted to let my children have the experience of gathering eggs and seeing a little slice of “farm
life”. I had read about the chickens that Martha Stewart raises and how they laid COLORED eggs, well what could be cooler than that right?
Did you know you can buy poultry over the internet? I placed my order, received my baby chicks and soon there were eggs, LOTS of eggs. Enough eggs that I keep my entire neighborhood stocked with eggs.
The neighborhood kids will come over every couple days and ask if they can go gather eggs. In between the kids gathering eggs I go out and gather them to take to a local restaurant. So the other day I am out doing my egg gathering as usual. I’m at the last roosting box and I look into the box just as I start to put my hand into the box.
There was something in the box besides eggs. There was a HUGE (to me) snake in the box with the eggs. Not just in the box with the eggs but actually swallowing one of the eggs. In 7 years this has never happened to me but to my credit I handled it like an idiot. Here I am in a T shirt, panties and boots screaming SNAKE SNAKE SNAKE at the top of my lungs. Why I was screaming is beyond me …there sure wasn’t anyone around to come to my rescue, not that I needed rescuing cause Mr. Snake wasn’t going anywhere with an egg stuck in his mouth.
I run inside to grab my phone to call my dad. My dad finds this whole snake thing totally hilarious. “What kind of snake is it”, he asks. “It is an alive egg eating snake dad”, I reply. “What color is it, what shape head does it have”, he asks. Like I am going to go back into the coop and look at it? He is crazier than I am at the moment if he thinks I’m going anywhere near a place where I KNOW there is a SNAKE.
FINALLY he comes over and announces that the snake is just a poor little harmless ribbon snake. Uh huh, well I don’t care what kind of snake it is I want it gone like NOW. Then he asks ME what I want him to do with it! Like I really care … take it to your house, take it to the forest, take it anywhere just please take it away from here.
I have no idea what he did with the snake cause I ran into the house before he touched it but I suspect he just threw it over the fence well within crawling back length of the coop. My dad will be the egg gatherer for the next couple weeks until this incident fades from my immediate memory and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another egg.
I have posted a link to photos of the sneaky egg eating snake if ya’ll care to see it.