So I grew up in the country surrounded by woods, and we had snakes. I never really got used to that. I live a little less in the country now, in a spot that is being surrounded by development. Little by little, the natural habitat of the animals that live around us is being taken away.
We’ve always allowed our property to grow as wild as possible, first for privacy and second for wildlife. We’ve encountered opposum, ground hogs, raccoon, deer, squirrels, chipmunks, a weasel, (possibly) a black bear and many, many species of birds. But until this summer we had never seen a snake.
I guess it was only a matter of time.
I didn’t see or get a shot of the bigger garter snake we had had on our property earlier this summer, but I’m thinking that one might have been a mom. The one I did see and get shots of was just a little guy, sunning himself on the concrete around our outdoor building. He let me take the close-up above which makes him look bigger than he really was. The photo below gives a better comparison. He was only about as big around as a pencil.
And, as was tradition when I was growing up, his name is Charlie.