Next we have chicken snakes. Lots of 'em. In the past, we'd kill them. We didn't want them eating our eggs. We'd kill them with a shovel. We'd kill them with a board or a pipe or any blunt object. We'd kill them by placing ceramic and wooden eggs in the nesting boxes. When the fake eggs disappeared, we secretly rejoiced, knowing that the serpent was going to die of a really, really bad case of constipation. But then... things changed.
Our rat problem out at the barn got out of control. More rats than we could count. I poisoned them. I shot them off the rafters with a .22 rifle loaded with rat shot. I used classic rat traps. I even had great success with a 5 gallon bucket half filled with water to drown the rats. But the best thing we ever did was to stop killing the chicken snakes. Allowing the chicken snakes to live paid dividends in terms of drastically reducing our rat population. Chicken snakes get very large and can be scary, but they are docile and generally don't bother you if you don't bother them.
So today, Russ walked out in the garage and yelled, "Hey, there's a big chicken snake right outside the door!" Except it wasn't a chicken snake. It was a speckled king snake! These guys are our friends. They eat birds, rodents, frogs, lizards, and other SNAKES. They kill by constricting their prey. For that reason, we always set these guys free. Here he is right here:
King Snake in the Garage |
Speckled King Snake |
I hope he stays around. We want him to take care of "bad" snakes in our area - snakes like the Cottonmouth and the Copperhead. Maybe he'll find his queen snake and make a family.
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