It wasn't too hot today, nor too cool, so Zach and I took a little stroll down towards a horse pasture down the road a piece. The air was fragrant with honeysuckle
and the wild flowers dotted the roadside nearly every step of the way.
We even came across some wild roses wandering down the ditch bank in a couple of spots.
Zach had just mentioned that we hadn't seen a snake when there he was, a big, old, nasty cottonmouth! Some folks call them water moccasins but we call those big, black water snakes, water moccasins. This dude wasn't one of our harmless moccasins. We could tell by his fearless refusal to move from his resting spot in a cool spot of mud and the stark white coloring inside when he opened his mouth to let us know we were intruding. I stood back a good 15 ft or so from him as I took these photos with shaking hands and the camera lens zoomed in fully.