Well here we are another 40 degree temperature day in “ The Crags “ . It is so hot in the workshop that I have a legitimate excuse for not busting knuckles and suffering irreparable damage by fixing the two motorcycles awaiting my tender care. So some peace and quiet in front of the computer is in order.
No sooner had I booted up and I was blitzed back to reality by a blood curdling yell from outside.
The timber and duration of the “ Jooooaahhhhaaaaannnn “ did not bode well ,in fact it without doubt meant deep poop. The self-appointed Managing Director of Guinea Glen Farm was at pains to inform me that yet again I had run foul of some unwritten law only promulgated split seconds ago.
It was pointed out to me in a semi melodious high-pitched ,garbled , indistinct non-stop cacophony, that within a radius of 10 meters something was amiss. Thanks to military experience I was able to decode the otherwise totally unintelligible rantings.
It appears the dogs had spotted a large frog under our braai (barbecue) and Isabella thought it had caught it’s foot in something because it tried to move but stayed put. She tried to help the frog and then it was revealed as to just what it had entangled its foot. The mouth of a medium to large Night Adder !
Yet again within a period of weeks some reptile had dropped me deep in the shite . This was getting out of hand , but understandable . It’s a vicious circle , we breed ducks ,ducks mean ponds ,ponds means frogs , frogs means Night Adders. There must be some French connection the adders love frogs and toads on the menu.
Anyway , with all haste and speed I grab the snake confinement kit and return to the battle front.
First the snake stick breaks ,leaving not much distance between frog ,snake and myself. With agility not normally associated with old farts of my chronological disposition, the snake and frog were separated. Regretfully his future is exceptionally grim, the hissing ,protesting now “lunchless” antagonist was in the drum and the lid relatively firmly replaced.
He will be relocated some considerable way from the farm ,certainly not within easy slithering distance. This is part and parcel of living in a rural area , there are and aways will be visits from indigenous fauna , after all it’s their home too. So rule is when it’s hot keep you’re eyes open and expect strange neighbours to pop in looking for lunch.
The upshot of all the drama was of course the fact that once again I had been remiss in as much as yet another serpent had broached our defences , “ What did you learn during all that time in the military ?” How to stay single was not a course on offer, more is the pity !!!
I hope to have less of a reptile week and more of a photographic one so maybe soon there will be a few more “Pictures from Africa” , till then be safe and happy.