But a quick update on how and why I ended up at the end of the dirt road at Belly Acres. I am a city girl, lived on the same street for 99% of my first 52 years. I was used to seeing my Mom, Dad, kids and grandkids, Grandma, Aunts and Uncles and the rest of the clan daily. I married Superman the country boy and he was precious, he agreed to live on the Mayfair Commune street. Ask anyone, I always said I could never ever ever live in the country. I had to be within 5 minutes of every fast food place and the walmart. I couldn't imagine not seeing the grands everyday.
Just over 3 years ago, his mom passed away and at the same time our boy child was expecting his first child and needed a place to live. My girl child bought a home and moved out of the hood at this same time. I have always heard no one knows the sacrifices you will do for your children, but now I do. I called Superman at work one day and told him we were moving to the country. I am pretty sure he thought I had been into the cough medicine or had got a hard lick on the head when I said that. The words came out and I was committed but crumbling on the inside. (No one knows this up till now) I immediately started packing 35 years of accumulated junk and that weekend we moved. I do pretty much enjoy it up here but get so homesick even three years later. I can't help it, my Mayfair home was the home Superman and I worked so hard to make ours. I even thought of the name "Belly Acres" because I seemed to belly ache to myself all the time about what I had done. Enough of that I am welling up and soon will be slinging snot if I cry.
When we moved up here Superman knew I needed some type of protection and I hadn't done well with a shotgun at home so he bought me a single shot and a box of bullets. (red ones I think). I love blue birds and I loved bluebird boxes. One day I noticed this married couple of bluebirds fluttering about their nest but wouldn't go in to feed their babies. I finally grabbed a chair to be able to think better to figure this out. All of a sudden I seen this big ole honking snake stick its head out. For Heaven's sake, what was I gonna do, never had this problem in the city. I called Superman at work, he was 2 hours away, what could he do? I called my brother in law but no answer. I sat and watched for a bit and felt so sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Blue. I bet you know what I did next.
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| My "Possum" dog |
I went in and grabbed my single shot and went to the other hidden place for the red shot gun shells and here I go, snake hunting time. I sat and got me a good aim waiting for him to stick his head out again. Ready.......there it is KABOOM.......missed his head but blew a hole the size of a baseball in the birdhouse. Run back inside, grab another red shotgun shell and back out to decide what to do next. He was a flipping and a flopping inside there and I got a little closer and realized how big that sucker was. He couldn't get out and he wasn't dead. Now I am not one to see anything suffer and I knew I had to finish the job. So I got even closer and aimed for the hole I had already shot KABOOM....completely new hole but about the size of a grapefruit. And the bird house came tumbling down.
My dog Possum, yeah weird name was going bat-poop crazy. When the bird house hit the ground, El Grande snake came tumbling out, it had to have been 30 or 6 feet long. I had hit it in the belly so baby blue birds were falling out and stupid Possum dog was trying to grab them which I thought was gross. So I am screaming and kicking at him, shaking a gun and trying to think all at the same time. I managed to go grab a shovel to get all this mess out of the yard. Imma tellin' you.....parts of snake, bluebird house and baby blue birds were blown to pieces. 4 trips later with that shovel and everything was gone.
I was so proud of myself, this was better than the chicken hawk hunt, I did all this and didn't once fall down. Since day one, it has been an adventure every day. I would love to end with the news that I have got much better hitting my target....but I can't lie. Peace, love and snake grease to you.
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