Although I'm tired of working in the cold and the wind, I'm not looking forward to the warmer temperatures that bring out the rattlesnakes.
This past spring, my mom killed three rattlesnakes in the barn where I keep my feed. Every day she entered the barn like a Navy Seal watching for signs of an ambush. Ironically, on the day Mom killed her first one, one of the other Dairy moms was struck in the foot when she got home that day. Her recovery was a long, slow, painful process.
We will be very watchful.
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