Copperhead Time of Year

Last evening I went out for a stroll with my sandals on to do a little birdwatching in the neighborhood. I found a dead copperhead in the street:

Then I wandered off on a gravel road and kinda tripped on a small mound of dirt while I had my binoculars trained on a pair of scissor-tailed flycatchers. When I caught myself and looked down, this is what I saw. I rather caught my breath, but then noticed it wasn't moving, and there were a couple flies on it. Not to worry, it was also dead!


I've heard a rumor that birdwatchers get more snake bites than hikers because they're always looking up instead of down.

Another Bag

I was bored again, so I made a second shopping bag out of a couple of old bird seed bags. This one is a slightly different style and size.

Someone actually volunteered to buy these bags, so I'm sending them off in the mail tomorrow! I hope they aren't disappointed--these bags are functional and attractive enough, but are put together in some haste and the handiwork is not flawless.