With that in mind, we stopped in mid-walk today. A snake was crossing the trail. I don’t know what kind it is–piranha or python probably. Maybe a poisonous mamba snake? Whatever it was, it’s foreign to this city boy.
We stopped and looked down. I took out my cellphone and snapped a few shots with its camera. Lewis and Clark should have had one of these!
There has been a lot of animal activity near the trail recently. Carmine, our name for all chipmunks, has been seen everywhere. There are more varieties of birds chirping away–or so it sounds to me.
I’m way out of my element. Is this what happens as fall approaches?
“Look, there’s Jack Hanna,” Helaine said as an unknown critter noisily shuffled through some dry brush near us. The woods are not quiet.
The skies are blue. The air is cooler. The snakes are out.