This year’s spring snake sighting was in a stream at the
lovely Chanticleer Gardens.
I thought I was looking at a water plant, roots anchored on the bottom, single strand floating in the current. But then it disappeared and resurfaced in a nearby spot with its tiny head, the size of my pinky nail, above the water’s surface, swaying to and fro and waiting for bugs, one assumes. I had to bend down and stoop next to the edge to try to get a picture, but the sun was bright and it was hard to even find the little bugger in my frame.
I thought I was looking at a water plant, roots anchored on the bottom, single strand floating in the current. But then it disappeared and resurfaced in a nearby spot with its tiny head, the size of my pinky nail, above the water’s surface, swaying to and fro and waiting for bugs, one assumes. I had to bend down and stoop next to the edge to try to get a picture, but the sun was bright and it was hard to even find the little bugger in my frame.
They say there is a niche for every living thing in an
ecosystem. Well this guy (or gal) had
the perfect spot to wait for lunch to happen by; a cool rushing stream with
little minnows, bright green water plants, damsel flies and water striders all
around. It went almost undetected, save one lingering
listener of burbling water on a spring day.
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