Everyone who hears these words of Mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. Matthew 7:24-25

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Whenever I open the egg boxes these days I’m always greeted with a handful of the most gorgeous, colorful eggs. Teal and pink and sage and taupe. I love the beautiful eggs that my Easter Egger hens are known for.

Easter Sunday, the Tool Man and Ty headed out to gather eggs and found something they weren’t bargaining for.


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A chicken snake, six feet long! The Tool Man, the strong, masculine thing that he is, took off squealing like a pig.

Once he collected himself (and changed his britches) he “eradicated” the problem.

The snake had gotten a couple of eggs, but he also got one of the golf balls we had in the boxes. We had actually placed the golf balls there just for this purpose. In case he’d have gotten away without us finding him, he wouldn’t have made it long with a golf ball in his belly.

Here, Ty is gracious enough to show us exactly how far the golf ball had made it through the snake’s body.

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Don’t worry. This snake was completely dead. You can tell by the way his head is hanging by a thread there.

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Needless to say I didn’t check for eggs Monday.

P.S. We got our golf ball back.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, my goodness! That would have been enough to send me screaming for help! I found your blog from the comment you left on Heather's blog. Hope you have a wonderfully snake-free day!