I took a total of some 1000 pictures so a few of them HAD to be passable.
Big and I disappeared on Friday 19th November for the Cray fish festival on the West coast. Fantastic, but no staying in the beach hut this year, [ sad ....very, very sad] Instead we stayed at Willams Aunts house at Strandfontein on Friday and at Nikkis house in Lamberts Baai on Saturday night, leaving early on Sunday to relieve Opa of his “dog sitting” duties.
 |
| Partying at the Micebosskerm |
 |
| Cray fish haul |
 |
The beach at Lambert Baai  |
SNAKES....NO PICTURES AVAILABLE!!!!!
As we are now in Summer, we are on high alert for snakes. Those that have read the blog since inception will know the extent that I have gone to in order to prepare myself for the eventuality of meeting one..any one!
Regina happened to mention to me on Monday that Moses had killed a large snake in the Garage after we left on Friday, it has taken until today to discover the full detail.
Moses was called in today to look through my THREE snake books. After a great deal of quiet deliberation, he started hopping around and wagging his finger at a picture. OG MY GOOD LORD..it was a spitting Cobra.
Very excited to have identified the snake in a book, Moses proceeded to enact the events surrounding his discovery and dispatching of said snake.
Missus Smallie had called him from the farm [Moses always spends Friday afternoon in town..debt collecting ] and said that a large snake had just passed across their doorstep and had gone into the garage.
Moses “raced” home ..a lot of pretend jogging and fake puffing at this point in the enactment.
He had entered the garage with only his faithful slingshot and a pocket full of stones [those who read the owl incident will know how accurate he is with this weapon].
The cobra had appeared raised up and faced him, Moses showed us how he charges the slingshot and “Poc” it hit the snake on his “Shoulder” ..english word used here.
As Moses was recharging, he said “..and Bossy, he spit at me..the snake spit water at me.”
Big and I gave each other one of those grown up looks that parents often do above childrens heads.
Moses continued.
Loading his pretend sling shot and shouting “POC”....and smiling widely “ Bossy, Moses kill the slang, and Moses burn him on a fire.” This is apparently something of a ritual.
He them raced to the braai room and grabbed a thickish bough from the wood store, babbling away in a mix of Affricaans and his native tongue. I didn’t need the translation, the snake was rather “Thick” as Big put it.
So our first encounter with a nasty snake. Moses hasd been informed that spitting Cobras DO NOT spit water, but poison that will blind him if it gets in his eyes....he has taken a pair of Edwins ancient Ray bans in the event of another close encounter with any snake.
All I can say is thank goodness I was not here, thank goodness the dogs [and Opa] were unaware of the incident, thank goodness Moses was unharmed.
We have only just started the summer.
Out with the BLT throwing knife and back to practicing on cucumbers for me I think!
2 comments:
Good heavens, girl! Your environs are filled with danger and adventure at every turn! Not only practice with that throwing knife, but have a working phone to call for backup and a Plan B in case you miss the snake the first time. Perhaps you need to train the dogs not to go after snakes, if that is possible. Good grief! Now I'll have to pray even more for you!
Love, Gerry
I keep reminding myself that we had Adders in the garden at Beacon Cottage. They can deliver a real punch with thier bites as well, and we managed 15 years there without incident. But the snake season IS most definitly upon us now..with the extreme heat our outside activities are limited [mainly to the pool] so the chances are reduced to meet a snake, and Marica next door keeps some anti venom in her fridge for emergencies. The dogs seem to have a natural understanding to keep away..even Mr Crazy.XX
Post a Comment