We need a certain degree of predictability in our lives, and perhaps nowhere else in country living than to know where to expect snakes in our path.
Rocky here is, without fail, on the rocks at the back corner of the barn. And upon our coming across the creek, the dog makes her loop around the west side of the barn scouting for a groundhog unawares, then she checks out Rocky. Leaning forward over her front legs, craning her neck, she examines the brown watersnake anew, as if she had just discovered him for the first time.
Rocky is totally unimpressed. (I think this might actually be Waldo, relocated since his part of the barn foundation is grown up in tall weeds behind the chicken wire.) The post from August 2004 at the link is remarkably similar to this one, now that I go back and read. Different dog, might be the same snake, for sure the same species and location.
Meanwhile, Wally–a smaller water snake now molting (his eyes are covered in cloudy scales making him effectively blind and helpless temporarily) is stationed on the barn foundation stones, just outside the chicken pen. He is a regular feature of the barn wall, hence the name.
And Doorman is the six foot black rat snake that regularly suns himself across the top of the sliding barn doors. We thought we had relocated him a few months back when Ann found a large snake in the hen house, but apparently it was his smaller brother.
And so we have our three regular, predictable in-position snakes. Knowing to expect them when and where takes a good bit of the ALARM! from coming across them. If only all snakes were as cooperative.