The bluejays, robins, and mockers were throwing a big loud fit, screaming and screaming in the back yard. I walked down to investigate, and there was a 5' long, shiny, black rat snake slowly making its way from the storage shed to the woods nearby. I didn't see any lumps, but figured it had eaten recently to be moving so slowly. Great. So I zipped back into the house and grabbed some gloves and a tall kitchen bag. I slipped the bag over my arm like a sleeve and hurried back for the snake. It hadn't moved very far and froze as I approached. I reached for its head, missed, and it coiled into a ball. So I quickly scooped it into the bag and tied it shut. Said reptile went for a nice ride in my PT Cruiser to a brushy area a couple of miles away.
I half expected a Disney style welcome when I got back home, but not one bird flew down to my shoulder or even swooped in singing sweetly.
Oh well. But at least the peace was restored and the birds were happily singing and going about their business as usual.
I am the Mistress of Defense.