I came home after work yesterday and my elderly mother was frantic on the front porch. She said a snake had one of the momma ducks. Sure enough, a duck was half way in one of our duck boxes on the pond. Mom said he's had her for over an hour. I'm wearing clothes that were one day from the cleaners and didn't want to mess them up (like last time) so I had Mom go inside and find me some pants. I took off my shoes and shirt and she comes out with some cotton sleep pants that fit me like Capri's. Now in a t-shirt, cotton sleep pants, and bare footed, I head to the barn to get the boat. I hook up the boat but the Ford 250 got stuck when I turned around because of all the rain we had that day. I can't get it unstuck and daylight is slipping away.
I decide to unhook the boat, chain the front it to the golf cart, and head back to the pond. I have to unchain the boat and walk the boat to the water. It's a big boat and I know I can't hold it, so I only get one shot once it starts going down the ramp. I lined it up and it hit the water perfect. I go out to the duck box and look in. That was enough to spook the snake into letting the duck go so she flies out. I can see a huge oak snake coiled on top of the wood chips so I reached in and snatched him out. I slammed him down on the boat and commenced to flogging him with a stick. He was about 5 feet long and I could see he had already eaten one egg. He won't be eating anymore eggs out of our pond. The moral of the story, don't mess with my ducks.
I decide to unhook the boat, chain the front it to the golf cart, and head back to the pond. I have to unchain the boat and walk the boat to the water. It's a big boat and I know I can't hold it, so I only get one shot once it starts going down the ramp. I lined it up and it hit the water perfect. I go out to the duck box and look in. That was enough to spook the snake into letting the duck go so she flies out. I can see a huge oak snake coiled on top of the wood chips so I reached in and snatched him out. I slammed him down on the boat and commenced to flogging him with a stick. He was about 5 feet long and I could see he had already eaten one egg. He won't be eating anymore eggs out of our pond. The moral of the story, don't mess with my ducks.
